Vertaling: Stroke 9. Who I Am.
I freak out when I think about This catastrophe that I call myself I think I'm takin' everything too seriously No, seriously I think I'm alright I don
I am Here I am) (I don't - How much do you make, Sir? Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!) (Fuck you!) Ha-ha-ha.. [ VERSE 2 ] I'm
a change meanin I'm about as strange as they come I come from the depths and wish they slept none son I am I was I be because I'm me Originality for your fatality Now I am
as I can As I drive too fast with my best friend I don't wonder if you're wondering where I am Cause I don't care if I ever see you again Well I'm sick
late and i'm too sorry not for what i've done but for who i am i don't even need my hands to touch you and i don't even need my heart to feel you i don
coolin out, y'know what I'm sayin But, but who's chillin around the land y'know? Yo, who's chillin? I think I know who's chillin Yeah tell me who's chillin
tech I'm terror, new edition to rap era I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius I'm equip wit the thinking
I am Here I am) How much do you make, Sir? (I don't - Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!) Ha-ha-ha.. (Fuck you!) [ VERSE 2 ] I'm
disease.") "President Franklin D. Roosevelt stricken late today." (On 4/12/45 he died of a cerebral hemorrhage (stroke). "Who s on first." "Yeah" "The fellow s name" "Who
about a change meanin I'm about as strange as they come I come from the depths and wish they slept none son I am I was I be because I'm me originality for your fatality Now I am
I can, who the fuck you think that I am Cop that Aston-Martin caddy, I ain't even touch my sack Fiends be itchin' like a rash, mami told me stroke it
just coolin out, y'know what I'm sayin But, but who's chillin around the land y'know? Yo, who's chillin? I think I know who's chillin Yeah tell me who
