sweetest knife You kill me and then you tell me why My baby, the girl with the triple tone eyes Well, if this is a dream I'll keep my eyes wide shut
bring me back to life You cut me With the sweetest knife You kill me And then you tell me why My baby The girl with the triple tone eyes I know
Vertimas: Just Jack. Trivietis Tonas Akys.
a dank sacks in my dickies Ol' english in my mouth Ya know, and if it wasn't for my muthafuckin skin tone I wouldn't even trip, just strike my black ass
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner Even in year two triple O, fuck working I'm selling marijuana Pulling the bull up over my eyes you just can never
So watch me roll across the globe until ya eyes get tired And I might slow it down when my child retires I know it's real but it's just a lil mess that
