I am your needle; I am your option out of here, it's that simple Oh, I can guide you, Through all you fears you'll come out strong, come join me So save
Billy, I can hear you sing seems almost silly now like a magnetic field switched on somehow I think it's safe to say I'll watch his chest hair turning
A verbal fist, and akward kiss a penny for each thought of his just say when, I'll make amends and bring this battle to an end Try as I may I still can
One expiration two bloody hands rubber and morphine in Amsterdam A liquid in my mind still running my mothers blue eyes this raging becoming One silent
I'm minimized by your courtesy I know it isn't your intension still a part of me is saddened by you Unpredictable, illogical you were trusted and treasured
[music: Stein Roger Sordal, lyrics: Stein Roger Sordal] I am your needle; I am your option out of here, it's that simple Oh, I can guide you, Through
Vertaling: Green Carnation. Purple Door, Pitch Black.
A verbal fist, and akward kiss a penny for each thought of his just say when, I'll make amends and bring this battle to an end Try as I may I still
Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Aint Notice My Potential Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status I Can Only See Green
In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape Broken branches trip me as I speak Just ?cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there Just ?cause you feel it
bug me when gas is on Can?t hit what they can?t see my mask be on Chitty chitty bang bang Nigga this is block game Move around, hit em up, pitch it
rappers is ass backwards Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts the simple mathematics. you cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm
't eat bullets but I'll feed the needy Throwup a L but I won't smoke a L at the city Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes indeedy Excursion, lime green
the notch Burn the song from a Stove-Top It?s finger licking hot His pitch flip cause the nigga flop My shit hit, like the pitch was soft Niggas cotton
three sixes I?m doper than the Pete Rock remixes Never walk through the crowd sluggish I?m hardcore to the bone, I?m thuggish ruggish The Green-Eyed
