Las primeras 50 líneas.
Blue told me to remind you niggas
F-ck that shit y’all talk about
I’m the nigga
caught up in all these lights and cameras
But look what that shit did to Hammer
God-damnit it I like it
But look what it did to Tyson
look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night
30 mill for one fight
But soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flight
F-ck the fame, keep cheating on me
What I do, I took her back, fool me twice
That’s my bad, I can’t even blame her for that
Enough to make me wanna murder, Momma please just get my bail
I know nobody to blame
Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself
And we all just entertainers
And we’re stupid, and contagious
Now we all just entertainer
You take the clothes off my back
And I let you
You steal the food right out of my mouth
And I watch you eat it
I still don’t know why
Why our love is so much
Ohhh
You curse my name
In spite to put me to shame
Air all my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still don’t know why
Why I love it so much
Yea
And Baby
It’s amazing I’m in this maze with you
I just can’t crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you’re so cold
One day you here, one day you there, one day you care
You’re so unfair sipping from your cup
Till it runneth over
Holy Grail
Now I got tattoos on my body
Psycho bitches in my lobby
I got haters in the paper-
Photo shoots with paparazzi
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See them by the corner store
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