4 weeks that I Walked these streets and I'm Wasting time because I want to go home I know the feeling and satisfactions Every day all this gets so
Bản dịch: Left Alone. 4 Weeks.
4 weeks that I Walked these streets and I'm Wasting time because I want to go home I know the feeling and satisfactions Every day all this gets so old
above it, Nine times outa ten, don't fuck that, cause they gon' love it, quit fuckin with my people, wonder why, we react. We strong and need to be left alone
I do You don't want no problems with me (LADIES!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin bad happen, y'know? HAHAHAHAHAHA~! [Swizz Beatz] Who want a problem ha, ha? (*4
did last week Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up Bag up and make some runs and roll up 5-0 Behind me my niggas so hold up Ok made a left so
pockets swolle So if you don't know you'd better ask her though Big pimp quick to kick down your door I'ma say it again, like I said it before Chorus (4
said she'd seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter I put away a tenner Each week to
Who use two's no trainin Hit your block, non-stop, no aimin Black-Rainin, and man the forecast is bleek (yeah) Stay inside, they said it's goin for weeks
fi-i-e-ine, Back off, cause I wanna be alone, I wanna think it out and I'm thinking I want to go, 3 years, 2 months, 1 week, 4 days, I am always counting
of cards I find 365, the number of days in a year There's 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year There's 4 suits, the number of weeks in a month There
But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left
oughta But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left
it man Love it man (Trae) Yeah this the remix Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep yep (x4) Verse
4 days 'til Sunday When I say that I'm gone Little one screams you cry Tell the pain to leave me alone It's just 2 days 'til Monday Another week
just 4 days 'til Sunday When I say that I'm gone Little one screams, you cry Tell the pain, to leave me alone It's just 2 days 'til Monday Another week
wood harris (as you should) LA to Paris, i'm getting these weird stares, from skate parks and airports it's all in the air, its weird Yonkers dropped and left
Demure, from art literature Nips up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4 They've never been alone
