the walls Falling through broken glass that?s Slashing through yuor spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria You found a home
days praying not to awake, but these dreams can only last so long facing the day looking through these tears i'll always look back and remember that night
echo voices raised in anger Maybe you will see my face Reflected there on the pane In the window of our poor Forlorn and broken home Still this house
Vertaling: Nader aan die huis. Hierdie Nagte van gebreekte glas.
the lot put your ride on glass You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass Knocked off
raised in anger Maybe you will see my face Reflected there on the pane In the window up above for long In broken home Yet this house is empty now Theres
long, let em off in the night Recline with dimes and chill, and blow me a breeze While your broke ass is home eat-in bologna and cheese Feelin like an
just echo voices raised in anger Maybe you will see my face Reflected there on the pane In the window of our poor Forlorn and broken home Still this
x2] [Trae] When I was broke in the game, I know these haters would diss me Now I'm pulling up in a bumper slab, that make boppers wanna kiss me These