In Italian, forty is: "Quaranta" "Quaranta" "Quaranta" "Quaranta" "Quaranta"
This rap shit done saved my life And fucked it up at the same time That pain in my heart, I can't hide A lot of trauma inside You can see it in my eyes Could've ended it in seconds Just time on my side Show must go on Bought a ticket, take the ride Songs are life, but a dead dream Think he made it, everything ain't what it seems
Nigga, you 40, still doing this shit? When you gon' stop? But God gon' make you quit Came from hardships, but changed perceptions
A lot changed since triple X came out Bought a few cars and a house Almost had a spouse, got caught up, she was out Now I'm sitting here, questioning what life is about "Can you seperate the life from the music?" I was clueless, now a nigga foolish On my own, gotta get to it Came too far to right now just lose it Lost everything in pursuit of my dream Push everyone away, now no one here for me Now all everyone do is ask And when you don't have, they just talk behind your back
Nigga, you 40, still doing this shit? When you gon' stop? But God gon' make you quit Came from hardships, but changed perceptions A blessingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
