We close our eyes, we never lose a game Imagination never lets us take the blame We close our eyes to see the final frame We close our eyes We close
Tercüme: Go West. Biz Bizim Eyes Kapat.
I see in him and I aint finna change, so we'll never agree again just a few things pouring out my soul Rosewood we could see her with our eyes closed
leave for the night I ain't comin back I'm talkin pedicure on our toes toes Tryin on all our clothes clothes Boys blowin' up our phones phones Drop top and playin' our
2 Twiztid are you ready? Man fuck you we ready Do you have a song selected? Yeah we got a song What you wanna go with Man it don't matter This muthafucka
started because his eyes restratus 435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smoke We jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no joking Eyes
black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give your souls up If your showed up Dont hold up We
my globe An' I could rule the world with my eyes closed See the mission's to get what we don't got Until we filthy rich an' on top You betta go get it
know See out here on the West, naw, we don?t do that We don?t do the motorcycle dance, we don?t do the snap, uh uh We do it a little somethin' like this
music stopped which meant our time was at its end Ooh, as the lights came up ever so slow We had romanced and I wasn't about to let it go, no As I pulled
exile When will you realize we got to let go? We're gonna go now We're gonna go now Like our fathers before us we've eyes for America Dream of a new
get by like da FBI 'Cause we know 'bout them HK's, they right outside But we never knew y'all had a clue 'bout what we go through So tell how the fuck
'm too close to the edge Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave'em for dead, and When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut I'm 22, We West-Chi And
small as i get older. and if we take our proudest moments. and stand them up against the rest of all our days. would we be satisfied. and could we say
your pretty pink bow Weather girl, where did you go? Girlfriend, I really need you Don?t go, don't go Girlfriend, I really miss you Don?t go, don't go
to my house We used to fight Who gone sleep in the top bunk We used to Throw rocks To the cops then we'd run We was so tight We got caught Both of
world feel Like our people scared to stand there The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street Go
forward with his eyes still pressed against the telescope just then his lungs began to expand, he blinked rapidly, alternating his eyes between squinting and making his eyes
