Oversettelse: JR Writer. Kritikerroste.
[C.A.L.I.B.E.R.] I was feeling under the weather Spot sunshine, sundress with a shot glass, one lime I'm usually confident Beautiful made me kinda' timid
Check it These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood Shit it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge But I, I cater the drugs that take them above You couldn
Tell 'em Fame" "Lil' Fame in the" "Holdin it down, for New York City" "It's (BK), it's (all day)" "Statik Selektah" "Critically acclaimed, criminals to
: Check it These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood Shit it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge But I, I cater the drugs that take them above You
not for fellow man (Broken glass, your fake reflection) Telling them it?s all for something real Don?t respect the words you?re speaking Gone too far, acclaim
not for fellow man) Broken glass, your fake reflection Telling them its all for something real Don't forsake the words you speak You've gone too far, acclaim
Oversettelse: Sevenfold, Avenged. Kritisk Acclaim.
but not for fellow man) Broken glass, your fake reflection Telling them its all for something real Don't forsake the words you speak You've gone too far, acclaim
problems. Pointing their fingers in every direction. Blaming their own nation for who wins elections. They never contributed a fucking thing to the country they love to criticize
