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Translation: Jann Arden. Living Under June.
So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my
I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a coward - well it's not in here Under the BBC, this heart be popping here
Yeah, yeah yeah G. Rap that's gangsta (My life nigga) All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop '
fixin to flow and he aint no fuckin punksta so Im fixin to pass it hoppin like a rabbit, man Im comin through got paper gotta have it, under my damn bed
tooth for a tooth You built Sodom and Gomorra for us all to live in When we was cool you used to tell me all your visions Like how you gonna rule the nations under
the streets are shinin' with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowin' with the mists of June And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon Under
My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet
Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he
ride in a Chevrolet It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
stand in faith If any earl or baron dies And owes us relief we will rectify Our binding words to the sons under age: "we'll hold it in trust - your
hit with the brick before said, "Don't hit him anymore" I put my brick down, left him on the ground Everything was cool till the cops came around They said, "You're under
streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with the mists of June And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon Under
Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me: A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat Around
jail in their rendition of The Cell-block Tango. [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June] Squish. [Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June
I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off
Under the light of the moon Under the lights of June Under the light of the moon Under the light of the moon Under the lights of June