Tekster:
Between The Buried And Me Change

believe they scared of me but can no longer use the escape goat they not aware of me so ya??all can go and throw your little pot shots some dudes dissed me and

's useless I can't do shit unless you pay me I been breakin' in hoes since the 80's Ain't nuttin' changed it's still a pimp thang And if you ain't wit

long fuckin' way from pullin jacks (? ) and slangin' rocks 7 digit figures can't make me soft I be the same motherfucker ready to blow a nigga head off Bury him, before he bury me

inch for fear it will begin (Is it safe now, is it safe to breathe?) You come in between me and the darkness (I force my eyes open and now who has changed

and the anger A little piece of hope holding us together Looking for a moment that'll never happen Living in the gap between past and future Take away the stone and the timber And

and the anger And a little piece of hope holding us together Looking for a moment that'll never happen Living in the gap between past and future Take away the stone and the timber And

've become a habit to me 'Cause you're my honey and I'm your bee A habit to me", I said "You've become a habit to me Habit to me, habit to me"

I'm used to reflecting the sorrow the world reflects at me We're forever intertwined as the anxious and angry The gloom moves into oxygen, consumed to keep me

that there's an ocean that drawn a line, between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost, and that's what we find. Will we bury who we loved or is