No cure, no end in sight, no cure for poisoned minds No change, no change, after all this talk still living foul Ignorant, ignorant, you think we would
No cure, no end in sight. No cure for poisoned minds. No change, no change, after all this talk still living foul. Ignorant, Ignorant, you think we
Oversættelse: Sick Of It All. Ingen Cure.
John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all
just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole -
it, don't wanna talk about it I'm just so sick about it, Can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it, feeling the blues about it
all retarted, tarted Standin' in the very important, portant Overseas Kush import it, port it One hit wonders can't afford it, afford it Camera phone, it
Yes, terrorists trying to define what music be We are modern medicine men - cure all ills with ill beats But some people are making music sick And stealing all
compare" So we had some and now we swear We won't eat prunes again That was such a dirty trick Boy, it really made us sick Well it looks like we
am the lamb These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm It's the religion of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards Catholic or Jewish, leave it
'm sayin'? Straight burn biscuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin' it though, baby It'
, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of yours It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more My man
Sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked I'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights Did I get your attention? 'Cause I'm sending all
But how they ever found it I cannot explain I guess time has a way of making everything alright It's just there is not enough of it And so we drink
i serve dubs like it aint no thang i hang with OG playas dont set trip or you might get what we call a rat pack i dont slack when it come to streets
door You can't say you're down and not take it to the wall You can't benefit from one's detriment You can't find the serum and not cure the sick You
