words This heart Have hurt a lot I know I'm wrong This will not stop I've said so many things A lot that I regret but Words will be the death of me Mark
words This heart Have hurt a lot I know I'm wrong This will not stop I've said so many things A lot that i regret but Word will be the death of me Mark
Vertaling: 'N vuurpyl na die maan. Die dood van my.
So now my ceilin' is painted with cosmic spaces Firecracker to the moon, keep your eyes shut Blastin' off like a rocket from the ground up I used to catch a
as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber Couple joints ago
save me Take one for you, two for me, son pay me 89 seven set and let out crazy Cafe open 1:30 in the a.m. The street vigilante real do or die agent
haunted for real I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses I pose with babies breath Be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your
can hold the whole world in your hand While I get a hand job from Andromeda S&M rocks the spot without a doubt S&M rocks the spot get taken out [
for real I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses I pose with babies breath be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade
me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before
t fall in this game!" We're all in a gang It's like the ghetto, got me trapped with a ball and a chain To them crack rocks I swallow, absorbed in my vein
in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five. A clock can kill motivation, that's why I'm never rockin' a watch, What's a
crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
wins a war Nobody wins a war, nobody wins a war Nobody wins a war, nobody wins a war Nobody wins a war, nobody wins a war Nobody wins a war, nobody wins a
Your father was a rounder He played that rock and roll A leaper and a bounder Down to his gypsy soul The music was his angel And sorrow was his star
a reality that Originally bought you? Dime a dozen, y'all niggas a dime a dozen Penny for a thought, nigga, c'mon, penny for a thought Think fast, think
moon protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand A rally of unemployed disgruntled words spawned from long journeys through somewhere somewhere that only causes me
in their shoes. They were physically shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical I'm a wild man, I got a gun under every arm
