bien que la vie est fA©conde Puisqu'on A©crit ensemble le script de nos vies All : We'll be ready when the curtain might fall Feel my heart beating
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene Come see, come hear, the English Scheme. The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags. The clever ones tend
It's the principle, it's the issue That your principal would dismiss you Because you don't fit into that all American Box That coffin created for creative
I've lost but I'm still winning Burn quick and stand still Speak slow to get through These words I couldn't say to you I crack concrete falling down
ghost In your arms Separator it's like i've fallen out of bed from a long and vivid dream the sweetest flowers and fruits were hanging from the trees falling
he's gone, I guess I'll carry on There's nothing else that I can do Suns will rise and set and rains will fall But when they fall on me, they won't on
fingertips and spread along my limbs annd up my butt and focused just below my guts and made me hold my breath before the blade could finally fall at
You know when you trip Whether you're well or sick, your body aches She's out with the tide Gone to a prisoner's dance Where a monkey's her date Eating limbs
d been and wanna go to You came on your own That's how you'll leave With hope in your hands And air to breathe I won't disappoint you As you fall apart
want you to find yourself The tallest tree an' I want you to climb up in it An' walk out on the limb an' jump An' I hope that you fall in the deepest
Petey Pablo] Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle To get every boy on his, brother Tim Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself Out on a limb
'round here Guess who jumped back in the izzle skizzle To get every boys on the brother Tim? Why you fuckin' with him? He gone have you shame of yourself Out on a limb
, this city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart From each one of my limbs, by each one of my
that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica 'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar
there's just one left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wander endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears
's that? The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback Better run, hide, quick, fast It's comin' for my ass with a shovel Nowhere to run or to hide but a grave pit So I dove in, I did the dumb shit Took a fall
And I still couldn't tell You know how when you get so close To something that big You can't see anything at all In time I will collect the world (You who fall
a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk 'cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double limb
