of all my Dreams could settle parts of You that scream... I know what I could see in You... I know what I could be in you... And if you promise to be
Vertaling: Enigiets Box. Promise.
Today I thought the world would end And I thought I'd lose a friend To silence The sunlight washed all the cold away Cleared the darkness from the rain
I stand in awe and I shake my face You break your promise all over the place You promised to love me but what do I see Just you comin' and spillin' juice
with different races A white dude his name was John He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm, uh He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom And he
afraid to advance. Today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstones. They were in rows like the weeks on calendars where each box is
ashamed to advance Today I walked through the snow And found a field of headstones They were in rows like the weeks on calendars Where each box is a
i think that this the life that mummy wanted for me, let me know i could be anything i wanted to be, and honestly i feel like this is promised to me,
And hear the same sad echo When you walk Yeah, the same sad echo When you talk loud and clear It's the same as the same Sad echo around here I promise
I stand it all and I shake my face You break your promise all over the place You promised to love me but what do I see? Just you comin' and spillin' juice
a way with wood (do away with wood, do away with wood) People say a lot when they want the job Lining up eager around the block Promising, promising
to keep at bay Be a hundred percent when I'm with you And then a perfect hearts length away The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong You never promised me anything
in my name It's just me, him and my blunt in the Range A young nigga with the filthy slang Ha ha, I hop out like a 'Jack in the box' with three macs
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
in my name Its just me, him and my blunt in the Range A young nigga with the filty slang Ha ha, I hop out like a Jack In The Box With three macks and
, Who wandered in shelter of the cold When the sun came up It smiled on you, it smiled on me We both realized It had to be, I made this promise to you
