These four walls, I'm destined to stay They say I'm guilty and the guilty must pay But all I'm askin' is to have a my say Do you think I'll ever get out
Vertaling: Gooi. Vier mure.
ya tongue Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun You're team was raw before the four-four
Cast in other grey Trapped in hyperspace Motionless we stay Still we climb these ceilings, walls and trees And we can't stop clinging on our knees
time every night Fall to the ground and I wake up So I get out of bed Put on my shoes and in my head Thoughts fly back to the breakup And these four walls
years away our self consciousness ties the knot to the rope that keeps the distance my emotions pull me from every direction focusing on dismemberment four walls
tomorrow's dream Mark her the one The one who will stand alone Pitter-patter of dry-rotted love Plunging, dropping, splashing into heaven's eighth lake And casting
: You've got to hurry up and make your move Three: You've got to tell her how your feeling Four: You've got to be the perfect gentleman When you shake the walls
Dirty I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending These walls
You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling If you got four five, Clarions balling You hit the club on dubs and your name They be calling,
watch us We are a boygroup and casted we were too And next summer were splitting up again Four little dreams hanging on your wall And by the next morning
every night Fall to the ground then I wake up So I get out of bed Put on my shoes and in my head Thoughts slide back to the break up These four walls
night. Fall to the ground and I wake up. So I get out of bed. Put on my shoes. And in my head thoughts slide back To the break up. These four walls are
every night. Fall to the groudn and I wak up. So I get out of bed, put on my shoes. And in my head thoughts slide back to the break up. These four walls
have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes, In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls, Yet he lived in utter
these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun Between they lips like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the four fifth
beetles trying to sell him sunflower seeds by the bucket might of, tugboat for the boxcutter above those ashes without hot air balloons floatin' their four
FOR THE TRUTH AND THE LEADERS CLAIM TO TRY, BUT THEY???E ALL GOT SHIFTY EYES WHEN YOU???E ASKING FOR SOME PROOF WITH OUR BACKS UP AGAINST THE WALL
