all the angels see, this intoxicated, barely breathing debauchery. And they all came marching in with the mass artillery, and they won't consider thee. You
Vertaling: Envy aan die kus. Ek is Asemhaling ... Is jy Asemhaling Te?.
kill you too...) With every breath And every intake Tip-toe further away You're bleeding, your bloodshot Tired mistake I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint You
shit) I don't play too much, I weigh too much And when it comes to the drugs, I wait too much And I don't say too much, I spray too much Step over the