tonight I realized I really have no sense of myself No way to take it back I am frozen in my tracks I'm frozen in my tracks, frozen in my tracks
Vertaling: Tragically Hip. Frozen In My Tracks.
tonight I realized I really have no sense of myself No way to take it back I am frozen in my tracks I'm frozen in my tracks Frozen in my tracks
real exploding dynamite When in a jam, I just yell 'stop' and villains in their tracks are froze Then I sneak up, and utter 'start' and take my hands
gone I don't know why it always ends this way The boardwalk's quiet and the carnival rides Are as empty as my broken heart tonight But I close my eyes
cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the Feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick,
with my dick in my hand And straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand You wanna step up I got the brick in my hand Then leave your ass face down
a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a bit in a party show. Let's go! But the darkness froze, and my people trippin
frozen Frozen, I'm frozen, I'm frozen, I'm frozen (Got you on ice) (Got you on ice) Frozen, I'm frozen, I'm frozen, I'm frozen (Got you on ice) I'm
' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on my P's, Q's, and my G hoes G, G, G whiz my rise like the superheroes
gotta talk no more All my letters speak for itself You see my numbers, you can add 'em up Now, who fucks with me? I ain't even gotta work no more My
you wasn't nuttin' I f*** wit'cha and I turned you into somethin' Now f*** J-Lo, be your own woman Now take your a*** back to work the track jumpin'
in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal In prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst
stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one Right hand
s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back Brooklyn in my blood and butters on the track
the Sound of the Zeekers x2 Verse 3: Sha-Now neverlettheysaid I like a tracks leaders of the new school want the first path flow with this groovy track
some pliers Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of raid I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid I wasn't freshly
Kweli] Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black is the color of my true love's hair Star
