Lyrics:
as the older one's
Now I look out my window
Petrified by everything I've done
So when I look at you baby
Tell me you know just where I'm comin' from
by his side
A good hyna is hard to find, they all seem to be the same
Evil ways and no shame
I need a gangster girl
In my gangster world
Baby, ill
happens next is tragic.
Scared to take the plunge,
So you sponge bath placid.
Embarrassed by a dream
You're not sure you can fulfill.
So you down play
Your picture on the wall
Is moving by the wind.
The fan is turned up high.
I'm frozen to the bone.
And yet I like the effort.
And I cannot
I need it whoa (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
I'm surrounded by people, I'm cool
Everyone's so see-through, not you
Know you think
RELENTLESS, MISSIONARY FORCE
RELENTLESS, RELENTLESS, METAL IN YOUR FACE!
THOUSANDS OF FANS, FOLLOW THE SOUND
WE ARE THE PRIESTS OF THE
UNDERGROUND
THOUSANDS
on a show
When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'
[H.A.W.K.]
You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs
And how some
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.
First Verse:
True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya
Clouds are only dewdrops that once kissed a rose
Clouds are feathers from a lady's fan
Do you remember how we watched them drifting by
Long ago
missin, sprayin up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggaz by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
'Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than
Clouds are only dewdrops that once kissed a rose
Clouds are feathers from a lady's fan
Do you remember how we watched them drifting by
Long ago
is growin' anew.
They're going to the pyre to fan the flame - and you.
The flame and you.
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before
Are you a fan of heart attacks that rip through your chest
Ran through your skin
Your head caves in crushed by the pressure caused by sinking
Too
operating rooms being fed by intravenus
seen as off the radar, my dark laser
will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars
a powerhouse, brute force
Right before my show look at the stage and a hawk sits
My acoustics hit the planets like a poolstick
I bruze ships and cruize lands used by Stan Kubrick
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average
reveal our own estilo
Lets go bouncin' by the ounces and we drop it by the kilo
Ain't no need for all this envy
Let me get my automatic gettin' rid
that you couldn't shake
I'm frightened by the way I feel, and maybe you are too
I'm losing faith in everything and everyone but you
And still there's
where I flow
Hide all your fans cause the shit's about to blow
I'm gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics
Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics
might be passing them by
I think they've caught someone's eye
(CHORUS)
All the boys in the band want a valentine from a Barlow Girl
Boys think they're
the process of amputation
All cerebral penetration must cease
I release a form of verbal death that by far
Will leave your whole mental scared
Chorus]
goals, got plans, got hoes, got fans
God knows I am doing everything everyone said I can't
And Twizzy done hit me like "we in the city, let's get it"
I
front row at the Grammy's sitting
Forget your deal forget your label, got fans on my side
From West Virginia to fucking world wide
I'm staying tonight
idealny aloesy i dwie palmy
Fan Scorsese i De Palma'y
W rozmowach nienachalny typa
Życie jego w jednostajnych rytmach
Kluby nocne bary tam nie bywał
Polak
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