Don't you go without me Don't go and leave me here When I lie on my side Feel my heart being crushed Falling through the spaces Falling through an unlit
Vertaling: Blair Witch Project klankbaan. Moet nie gaan slaap sonder My [die Creatures].
Vertaling: Die Creatures. Moet nie gaan slaap sonder My.
'm wanted Jessie James style, living without laws A rebel without cause, and models without flaws Sound good? Probably is Texted Wiz asking him "where the party is?" Still don't go
got to go on sleeping Lean in a little closer and I'll tell you what I'm dreaming I'll tell you what I'm dreaming I see time without beginning Space without
...of you what's a matter you don't like it when i touch you? come here don't run, don't run hand me babies and nightmare gods i will shed my skin [
the whole music industry sewed But it still don't matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go Whatever guillotine guides my life Dear Lord, don't let me
Talk to dial tones my dreams are far-fetched It seems so I sleep underneath this park bench I know it don't make sense And I don't expect you to know
niggas gay like the guard that was in 'Sleepers' Two ways without beepers These little niggas more leapers I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures
I don't know, I just think that's hell exploitive You know, taking these metaphors and just butchering Icons in the urban community, I don't know It's
fair world with live and let live The royal family go hunting, what an example to give To the people they lead and that don't include me I've seen enough
right reasons? I'll show you the ashes of life No empathy behind your eyes Sleeping like an angel every night I don't feel Safe, Can?t disappear without
, tarzan telepathy, organic especially Me see I'm kinda like the leader.. Damn, I wasn't knowin! Well, you sleepin on a heater.. Nah, I ain't never been the type to sleep... Me
sewed But it still don't matter, when I'm gone and my casket closed, go! [Jay-Z] Whatever guillotine guides my life Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
come, would they cry for me after I was gone, well don't worry, that's not how I'm gonna move on, cause I wanna go to heaven after I am dead, but this
slow Talk to dial tones my dreams are far-fetched It seems so I sleep underneath this park bench I know it don't make sense And I don't expect you to
