Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Made MenНазвание : Blowin` Circles in the WindДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop under 2000 listeners hip hop boston Видео:
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Yo Turn up my headphones Sometimes, I don`t even know if I`m coming or going (We about to take you there) [Chorus] Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain? Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind repeat Chorus [Verse 1: Mr Gzus] I`m high as hell loungin` on my Ralph Lauren sofa Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota Before it`s over, gun talk before the gun spark Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked It`s so dark, when I delve into my memoirs, And it`s so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that`s unsettled Sold everything a thug pedalled, I`m just one rebel Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain Yo, it`s slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards Made Men`s at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon When I hit the dead end, yo, it`s fire on the crucifix I`m losing it, trying to figure out who`s the snitch I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner Hotter than a sauna, blazin` marijuana Duckin` shots and regroup I buck back, yo Cause fuck that, that`s where niggaz be getting snuffed at Whatever`s coming tell me, I`ll take i to n the chin So for every sin, I`m blowing circles in the wind Chorus 2X [Verse 2: Antonio Twice Thou] I inhale and blow it out Stress calls, in the Source no doubt I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker I had a dream; it seems frustration took us Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy? Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got You know there`s a million niggaz thinking just like me Smokin` on the same weed, livin` on the same named street With the same fat beats, and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets to make a smash like the crash test Now what`s next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent I work hard, my life; it`s still hard to get Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it`s lit up I can`t relax; I`m never calm No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm And these street politics got me strapped up with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess Don`t playa hate, hate the game It`s all the same; I`m blowing circles `til I`m blowing flames Ain`t nothing changed Chorus 2X (Chorus continues in background) Where my thugs at? (Made Men) 5X Chorus 2X | Похожие исполнители:
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