(This town is fucked) There's only one way out, and it's down. Down...fucking down. They're all waiting for the end to watch you fall waiting, just to
He came on ecclesiastically His sermon loud and bold And I got hold of a spiritual healin' His eloquence, magnificent I didn't stand for long And there
I wish it didn't hurt, hurt like this To say these things to you I'll sacrifice one moment for one truth If we get though tomorrow then we'll be fine
He came on ecclesiastically His sermon loud and bold And I got hold of spiritual healing His eloquence, magnificence I didn't stand for long And there
[Music: Criss Oliva] [Recorded live at Hollywood Palace-1990] [Instrumental]
Oversættelse: Cantatonia. Post Script.
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I wish it didn't hurt, hurt like this To say these things to you. I'll sacrifice one moment for one truth. If we get through tomorrow then we'll be
[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin
even on clean versions No profanic goddammit Hard like granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post I stretch to go
Back up, wait a minute Why you looking at me like that? Do you really wanna trip or you flip in the script? Do you wanna rap with a nigga Or bang us a
and try to use my scale You even caught a case trying to make my bail I don't want another woman cause you're all I need When I post up my script you
Play my part, switch vans every time I hitman And I, pull dimes every time I hit man Since I'ma little ludicrous international post dude And I, post
keepin while you sleepin Chiefin like an IndianBlowin smoke like an eng. And Its all about the benjamins Sippin Jink Mu-sense When its time to take it inAnd post