for so much more I find that we have settled too many times Should not be so, I think it's time God's letting us know We need to get it right No need
Vertaling: Out Of Eden. Kry dit reg.
place to hide Today or tomorrow it will get you Don't move, the knife is right at your throat And whatever you do, there's no way out When the shroud
Blowfly: "Turn over! I'ma stick it in y'ass! 'No, it's gon' hurt!' You'll get used to it." Verse 1: Brother Marquis Lady Godiva was a freak By doing
Aow, Aow, oww (To freak it with the) All (Now let me get a piece of this) (Let me get a piece, Bee) Night Check it, check it I was born underwater with
in the pin but when they get out it seems like they go right back in again it all started out with crazy situations juvinall hall and probation then get
by Galaxies unfoldin?, new world?s bein? born Pilgrims and prodigals creepin? toward the dawn And it's a long road out of Eden Music blastin? from an
lose and win or you win and lose? Sweet rain like mercy in the night (Lay me down, wash away the sorrow) Caress my soul and set it right (Lay me down
wanna make this All right tonight But you gotta help me 'Cause we gotta work this out Take our problems And turn them out And gonna be no doubt Waiting right
Ivette Rosanna Maile Ana Maria Nicole I'm hanging out with the fellas Is that all right? Lets go You wanna hang with the boys tonight I'm waiting right
come along You'll get smacked right in the kisser like Jackie Gleason And watch sun, set it off like light decreasing, oh shit Watch sun set it off like
ago regret it one day Dem gone so far away, dem gone The hole a dem ago regret it one day Every day you get up and wish to have a meal Now you get a
prophet? (well) A prophet gets the word of God through the Holy Spirit (and) A psychic receives it from evil spirits that be near it. It sounds cold It
ll erase it. I'll take it. They say you came for the lame, I'm the lamest. I broke my life, but you say you'll replace it. I'll take it. I just gotta
handicap niggas tryin' to get up emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets, I blow up the spot when it's time to rock I speak out - my voicebox peak out
like a ballad Call it what you want but I call it sound salad A salad grown in the garden of Eden Seekin' out pleasures like my boys in Sweden That's right
circus So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
tryin' to get up Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars I blow up the spot when it's time to rock I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred
