[Verse 1:] B.o.B Uno is my Numeral They said hip hop was stacked I must have missed the funeral Well see what happen was They started assuming stuff Cause
and there you are standing all alone, in the rain like oh no, and you dont know where to go, cause your in the rain, and and there you are standing all
Kun et hab, om et liv Der ku' gore mig glad Jeg tog min afsked jeg var ung, jeg var dum Men jeg havde en vision Og min tro pa min fremtid Kobenhavn, hendes
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life QU New York
G. in the pen servin' the 25-2-Life Ya best ta think twice, cause it ain't nathen nice What you wanna do, one of them foolz wit 25-2-Life And if ya never
They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell. I got 25 minutes to go. And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell. I got 24 minutes to go. Well, they give me
(Gustavo Cerati/Hector Bosio) Rapido, que no nos ven Rapido, no te quedes Rapido, hay que bailar Rapido, cada vez mas rapido No se se~or No tengo idea
After some time I've finally made up my mind She is the girl and I really want to make her mine I'm searching everywhere to find her again To tell her
A?25 would do me fine i'd buy us dinner and a bottle of wine if the way to your heart was along those lines A?25 would do me fine i bet A?25 on the 2
a shopping cart attached to it There's a crying bum, I need a road dog Where's Santa Claus? On my last drop in stuck eating crumbs No gift, December 25
Getting in the heat Coming with the beat And I love what I feel Hard and heavy And I'm moving on and on 'cause my life is on the run Now I feel the need
my mother said things are fine and turned the other way my troubles she said go way back far before your day but things are all right she said it's all
We see it on TV, we get calls on the phone By the prophets of doom, they won't leave us alone The planet is dying and there's no time to spare We spend
be killed industry and the realest of the real emcees Solo flow enemy, future of the rap "Golden Era Dead", no time for looking back, it's done We in the 25
She used to love me But she just couldn't say it Her friends just told me I just found out today I could have had her in my arms But I didn't know That
It's got to be grand, nigga, it's got to be the hustle, nigga It's got to be the muscle, nigga Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga
we built is bigger than the sum of two But somewhere I loose count of my own And somehow I must find it alone 24 and blooming like the fields of may 25