Oversættelse: Maddos. To.
They mad at me Check got Os, diamonds in my chain Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range Pass by don?t speak to the hatas House got marble floors and
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!) Enough to make a black ghost
Even when my luck is down I take joy in knowing that our love grows But if my vices are a burden Please don't let me off, cast me from your home 'Cause
im all mad and n this game and aint no hoe go make me change and aint no nigga go make me tuck my chain
Who has the heart to win it all, who has the will John Madden 2002 Pharoahe Monch about to bring it to you, I'm saying John Madden, EA Sports Y'all better
There is a world of pain and sorrow You turned away, away from reason Desperation it settles in You loose yourself You loose yourself I've lost the battle
A wire in my mind has finally snapped No longer am I held to binding rules Driven insane by the actions of animal man Too much becomes nothing for me
cold Washing you numb Washing you further from the one So fuck it all and laugh again At madder rain Madder rain Madder rain Madder rain Madder rain Madder rain Madder
Come on baby, we gotta get our clothes on There'll be no easy days, 'cause I've got no degree You'll see your brother in a week or three, here's a
everyone I want the ordinary life When the sky is dark I feel like it's light I want the ordinary life I must confess / I'm the maddest hatter Of them
now, do it now Don?t make you feel like, madder, madder, madder, This one day bam bam bam, bammer, bammer, bammer Don?t make you feel like, madder, madder, madder
palm of my hands!!!) What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!) What'cha want? (The rock in the palm of my hands!!!) What'cha got? (I got John Madden!!!!)
Chamber of the mourner Ashes of a morning mass Six feet of earth to lay On wooden home forever Chamber of the griever Hope of dawn cut away Bowing
This is where the bodies fell Feel the pressure on the surface Too long buried arrogance Rising up to reign Palpable and crystal pure Sovereign and without
When your hands speak, my body converted to ears When you grasp for air, all my words undone This is it When your longing grows, I shall encircle
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[See these bleeding hands that you left to dry Your garden is stolen, your flowers died Bow to your own deeds, bow down in shame May the woods have mercy
