Texty:
Hakuja

Hear footsteps creak the floor The shadows give away Someone outside the door Won't let 'em in Life damaged, gears to grind A run down broke machine

Well, it's a Saturday night and I'm searchin' the streets And I'm lookin for you and I can't stand the heat You must think, I'm a fool not to know who

Like a vision flying round this room I did feel sure as my time too I've been inside your mind in outer space I feel the city crying, beg for more Threw

Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love Brothers try to pass me, but

Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it

How can I convince you what you see is real Who am I to blame you for doubting what you feel I was always reachin', you were just a girl I knew I took

New times draw upon me I can't foresee what's next but I feel free To do what I have to do I answer to, only G O D I look up to Can't say I've changed

Hit the town in the cold of the night Looking ?round for the warmth of the light There was fog on the road So I guess no one saw me arriving I was tired

[Chorus] And you if give a f-ck that your friends stuck up and she don't wanna mess up her hair and if you wanna f-ck, like I wanna f-ck put your muthaf