Tekster:
The Boy And His Machine All That We Make It

All night until you find... That I'm ok, and my hands aren't shakin' this could be all that we make it my dear. And I fear, that we've been chasing after

back from home... And we'll hold ourselves to everything we've said... And it's so hard...to keep ourselves. From falling apart. I'm falling apart. And it

silence... And it's never to late... And we've been waiting... I remain alive, despite the fact that everything we have, everything we have is gone...and

, we can feel alive. And we'll take this town with everything we have. And we'll make it through this. If it takes a lifetime we'll be fine. And this

and some seconds Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?) Said she couldn't remember She was spooked and buzzin, couldn't describe em cause it

take this beat 187 We hit niggaz up like that We bicoastal, nigga Cypress Hill family Niggaz better recognize We here to chastise Nigga, hoo bangin' That's how we

controls the way that it ends I got the weight of the world on my shoulders And one phone call can change it, make it fall 'til I'm all caved in My

it Pass that ho, I'm a hit it outta line, we gon' spit it Spit it vivid, 'cause I live it you don't walk it, you just talk it Pistol totin' and a loadin

was Polly Ann Yeah that was his good woman John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home He laid down to rest his weary back and early