[Verse:] You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be You're frozen When your heart's not open You're so consumed
ترجمه: Mad'House. یخ زده.
ترجمه: Mad'House. منجمد ریمیکس.
I still take walks in my ends 14 when I entered the game All I wanted was a little bit of fame And now I'm fuckin' with the grown-ups Go mad like shit
the mic And we're puttin it on wax It's the new style! [Royce Da 5'9"] New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
money, Ghost (Get money) Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out Of convertible matchbox shit, next drip inhaling Chilling, my throat frozen
Island to see you Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock Suprise, time started already, muthafucka, say that shit, nigga I'mma say it, don't get mad
zone where our patrolers will get round cold soul Diddly Bo leave for feelin' a saga foretold Who got caught pon the block for gold got the old Heads froze
ring the doorbell, nobody wants any I resort to goin' cheaper two for a penny Anybody, everybody, they hate me I can tell when they spit and degrade me There's only one house
dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! Mad...House... Mad House It dont matter where you run to scream
G O D, Man above Run-D.M.C. in the house representin' no question Onyx in the house, word up, Cha Skills on the wheels, word up Word up, JMJ [Incomprehensible] in the house
the same old niggaz on the block Cops see the same niggaz in the same spot It ain't they fault that you wasn't on point 26 hundred [Incomprehensible] in the joint Mad
R O C, Memph Bleek Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff Yeah, yo Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace
which is total agony Then he gets up and runs out the kitchen and out of the door Shouting stuff to me, slams the door shoutin' to me So here I am in my house
live here--I live down the hill On this winter's afternoon The distant sun--it slowly swings the room around This room hangs on a golden chain Suspended Frozen Frozen
