Translation: Steve Fox. Rewind.
I watch you taking off your make-up From behind you in the mirror And the second that you notice me You try to hide a tear And then you turn around and
You tell me you're gone But you don't tell me the reason Why I must be alone with this much confusion You tell me it's better to spare me the pain But
I was driving on a rural route, passing people who were getting out, of a little place that if you blink you'll miss, they wanna go where the money is
Well I'm busy not crying and I'm too tied up to care Not thinking 'bout her is a 24-hour affair I can't weep, I can't worry My whole life's just a hustle
Well it's hard to tell what's on an angel's mind But a suitcase means the same thing every time One minute she loved me The next she was gone Goodbye
Well a dollar I make Is a buck I owe And a 40-hour week Leaves 10 to blow But every game in this town Is just a nickel-and-dime And when the sun goes
You can tell that I'm a big man in this town And I'm the king of every street that I walk down It ain't much to brag about, but it's all mine From Main
The Buck Starts Here I never knew this place had so much empty space Until tonight, when you walked right out the door And so I walked to our bedside
You Shouldn't Have Well, you did what you did and you know that you did it and there ain't no use to deny it I got you dead to rights, baby, now you
my Stevie My Stevie, my Stevie, my Stevie, my, my Stevie, goin' round town My Stevie, my Stevie, my Stevie, my, my Stevie, wakeup Stevie Stevie, my Stevie, my Stevie
' the screw It's the ice man, baby, you know what it do (I'm throwed) Now to broads, I'm a sharp-shooter like Steve Kerr Flash the wrists, cause a blur, fox
the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxing Camoflauge in the green, my back is arc Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark My eyes close like Steve
yo shout out New York Philadelphia my sword talk Praises due The block favors you New Jers with the guerillas with the most sexiest birds Vehicles and shit shout out your word Fox
the moon didn't shine but the train was on time and the fox looked down on the glory the fox looked down on the glory the mare went lame and the fox
' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob O.D.B. but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox
lot trust for Steve Stoute At some point till I got to know him We old friends, but what's loyal? Puff soaked Interscope offices With champagne bottles on Steve And Steve
