Woorden:
He Is Legend It Hates You

you, And these eyes have a plan... (These eyes have a plan...) I've got my eyes on you, And they weep and you stay. Now, won't you please grow for me

your mind And safely beside the one that your heart believes You're breathing life into brown paper bags You set one down, so I took a drag I can feel you

Maybe, maybe you're calm tonight. Don't sing that song Unless you mean it You got to do it with a tear in your eye. Don't sing that song Unless you mean it

was on fire. You were standing in the kitchen, and you were covered in cherry pie. Well you know I see with my eye drawn back, so you can't tell me

sure you're wandering towards me You may wake as king tomorrow, if tonight you can just stay off the street, where i know you feel free This is not for

is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it

I heard He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say, he think he's slick He's got a lot of chips, he'

up with yours Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it

A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat rhyme is what you'll get It's thorough from beginning to end The beat is phat, what can I say? Show you did it again