Lyrics:
a war
But this disease keep no score
And we will all fade away
If there is no change today
Hide your heads in the sand
To the very last man
Ashued
hearing every breath... watching every disease
(You must accept this truth)
Below the satellites:
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat.
Sit
breath
Watching every disease
(You must accept this truth)
Below the satellites
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat.
Sit back, relax,
breath
Watching every disease
(You must accept this truth)
Below the satellites
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat.
Sit back, relax,
disease
Don't be a pawn for their greed, you'll be no martyr to me
In Afghanistan, platoon split into halves
Serial one is on foot, led by O'neil and Pat
Uh, uh, it's the sickness uh, uh, uh, ah, ah
Ah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got the MJ disease cause MCs wanna be me
If I spit anything it's
Uh, uh, uh, it's the sickness uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got the MJ disease 'cause MCs wanna be me
If I spit
(Recording to a search published today in the journal of science visitors are curently Banned from entering the country)
(Limit contact between
I'm all in on my dreams
Fuck the consequence
Their hate is they disease
Not my consciousness
I'm all in on my dreams
Fuck the consequence
It don't
wouldn't have this lifelong disease
When I caught you cheating
I can't believe I stayed
I've always been the submissive one
So I guess I am to blame
Reading
on pretending nothing was wrong.
You said I will keep my focus,
Till the end.
And in the journal you kept,
By the side of your bed.
You wrote nightly
on pretending nothing was wrong
You said, "I will keep my focus, till the end"
In the journal you kept by the side of your bed
You wrote nightly in
don’t want him
He ain’t packing with the hood pipe
He prolly fucin on a dike
Jealousy is a disease with the over bite bite Bite
You really don’t want it
master got you on your knees
Bitch please
No competition
When I burn fake MC's
Like Buddha plants
I kill disease
Do away with enemies
Transcend they soul
of damage, them pharmaceuticals manage to treat diseases, not cure them
They took that breath from my Granny
You dirty motherfuckers traumatize my brothers
to hide
That's what you call
Peace
(Hey)
Opened my journal
To release
Letting go of everything
That makes the heart heavy
Is preventing the soul
From
Sell some concert tickets
(click it) buy some used skis
Give or get a blowjob, maybe a disease
Find a bassist for your band and
Then post up a show
Find
guy, no quiet mind
Don't try me if you like your life
Precious journey, journal pages, MP3's
Spread like disease
I live in the thoughts
I breathe in
Love Only Has Victims
It's A Disease Of The Soul And It's Hard To Let Go
He Thinks The Wall Street Journal
And Johnny's Got All The Symptoms
But Johnny
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