Překlad: Beat a cesta. Sbohem Beautiful Day.
Well I'm trying to be patient But the wheels keep turning round But it's a treadmill and I just dragging my feet I'm so tired of everything Defeated by
Yesterday came and went and I wasn't present The weeks were laid out like pavement Work and drink and sleep, repeat Upon the beaten path I kept on my
into the club and he said he said "Hey girl, can't you walk a mile and not stray?" Father I'm torn and I'm selling my soul to the Rhythm, the beat and
life on the edge, I choose my path I'm the type of chick That likes to rock the beat I like to rock the beat I like to rock, to rock the beat I'm the
s why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
the mind, only love It's so simple and you know it is, you know it is We can't be to and fro like this all our lives You're the only way to me, the path
to make history I'm speakin' it real Back track to the days when I ain't have me a deal, yeah So I'ma show the world that I'm ill Every beat that i get
stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef Laying on your kitchen floor Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat
, ghetto sweet breezin' through the evenin', bam I'm on the lounge path for the warm blast Got the John shaft cocked back and loaded, bam I beat it,
There?s a line, there?s a road that we?re walking Different path to the point where they?re crossing But each step is one step closer to you (oh) As the
the path that I am walkin' As I make my way back up that windy road again The smell of mountain laurel fills the air with sweet perfume My heart beats
glock Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo See 'em, better let it go Bet they gon' run, run nine millimeter plus I got a nigga beat or when it ain
weak soldiers Givin' you the real thugsta devotion Bringin' my city with me, pin me Everyday, It's going down in the town I stay Come around my way, hear the beat
a new house because in Heaven's your home And as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha And thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister And
the paper-thin And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin' 'bout rocks again You stagnant, standin' still enough to feel the world spin I'm beginnin' to smell the end in the path
saying? Check me out now I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths
a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat
