sea is living But very shallow - it's the dead season Come into my arms tonight I will keep you warm My little princess My baby I'll hold you tight
Oversættelse: MY INSANITY. Dead Season.
dreads I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough To kill my soul after I'm dead When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar
red Christmas "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again 'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas that means you're dead And that'
right where they'll send me I'll slide right in, hollow tips in my clip I'm let them ride out, unless you give me my shit Stressin with my Wesson, i'm
box Verse 3: rza Now that's insane, God damn that's insane But fuck it, check it Wicked ass ho-bro by the name of flojo Tried to throw a mojo on my
all under control The judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea Oh, yeah, don't forget my retained balance Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity
that babys throat peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit im havin
But now the danger lurks within Through my mind and beyond My task is insane And I don't know how my body will respond But my ship is a strong on It
But they don't know I was insane before and became popular I lose something every time I leave my house Trying to gain something by running my mouth My
and mines, Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head Givin' respect to the dead and avoid havin' the same
BIZARRE!! VERSE 3 - BIZARRE My boy proof, taught me a thing or two He told me 'remember man, no man is a failure if they got friends' He was my friend
put my heart into one more thing Put my life on one more page That I know everyone will ignore And alright I'll let you in on one more thing Pull my
Whispers of insanity bombard my rationale. Aeons passed since I last did feel, The joy of my tears, Streaming,in dissipation of sorrow. The insidious
venom Burning within my blood Crawling through my veins Consuming my soul I can feel it Crawling through my veins Consuming my soul And I know with the seasons
t fall power It's the hour Death is around (The Prince is dead laying in his bed) Is this, Lord, my reward (Mourning and pain the king's insane) My
Some stoking on my wicked shit the brain is about to melt Halfway home to my padded cell To be locked down and sedated in my thoughts in my wicked realm Holding my
you now belong to my realm beyond the realms of insanity she rules the realm of the raptured minds beyond the realms of insanity she rules the realm
