The wind against my face, tells me that I must go. Can't stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me. When they do, I've got to be somewhere in LA.
*Common's answering machine beeps*. Say brotha. If you ever let me leave out a club. with a big fat ass stove like bitch. like that without point out the facts.
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go. Can't stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me. When they do, I've got to be somewhere in LA.
*Common's answering machine beeps*. Say brotha. If you ever let me leave out a club. with a big fat ass stove like bitch. like that without point out the facts.