what they don?t know will kill them Turn around please Come down, systems, collide Say are you alone? Hide here, tonight Starry skies shine the light
what they don't know will kill them Turn around please Come down, systems, collide Say are you alone? Hide here, tonight Starry skies shine the light
Translation: Uh Huh Her. Mystery Lights.
Instead I light the sour before I go in the office Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck) I'm look at her
mystery is how music history created by white men or any other white man that pretended he originated "uh-huh.." and contended that he innovated "uh-huh
(You rolled up in somebody else's car!) You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your Timberlands was talkin'! (Uh huh) (Addressing Jeru)
