, and I can't even think with you still in my head No, and I cannot do anything, I want you in my head Envy, envy, envy Envy, envy, envy Breathless,
my concentration, walk around in a dream. so come on give me some, of your reaction, i wanna know explicitly, how it feels, so dirty sweet. envy, envy, envy. envy, envy, envy
ترجمه: خاکستر. حسادت.
that we once shared. As you ignite all that which made us strong. The fires of envy blaze undying as this devotion is destroyed. I watch our dreams reduce to ash
' through townships, fuckin' shit Kid, we down shit Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 9-6 droppin' wild on some Benz's Some next shit, crash bar, ash
the bright pyre strip the nightly creature from the chains you'll witness what the most can only envy the glorious coupling of the light with the dark Burning Phoenix rise Ash
shot get lick AN they dont know about D, theyll see that them badmind only Make me more determined to succeed Dynamaite so solid say fuck the envy... [
mishap ruins the operation A power surge causes the laser to castrate The infant boy's penis is now burnt to ash Excision of the prepuce by amplified
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
your car slot Tryin to step up on the scene My infared beams Right at your soft spot If you was on TV and ballin you wouldn't grown and trip He keep hatred envy
just ornamentation. As each step brings me back to start, can I overtake my past tense future? Confront...faces of stone. Deceived...stories untold. Withdrawn...ash
pet till it dies "This sensation is like a floating dream" It is more than just imagined pain The solitude of reality is unbearable "Will I end up as ash
, fuckin shit Kid, we down shit Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique 9-6 droppin wild on some Benz's Some next shit, crash bar, ash
gotta try to relax with the scrap Even we sent Deebo back to back to back We still be holdin' stacks of packs Rollin through wit black blacks, blunt reds, ash
There is a story of Spoony gee-za They called him no-man I've never seen another one laughing like he used to do people did What envy told Stealing
. Respect is something that you?ll never see. Everything you write all sounds the same. You?re forsaken. Forsaken on this mountain. The bridges have turned to ash
