Ti chiederai ... : ? Chiudo gli occhi non cerco che te ti afferro, ti stringo, ma poi fuggi via ... e poi capirai che non c'e una risposta a tutti
Stralci di momenti di vita vissuta no! ancora non mi e piaciuta ma... aspetto il momento in cui tutti faranno sogni bui stralci di parole vissute e
Costretto scrivo e non ho idea di cosa dire se quello che realmente penso, o come voi, false personalita e idee per piacere poi a chi? a chi non sa
nascere un giorno e morire sono finito! mi restano solo rancore e amarezza e soltanto da dimenticare che non ho mai capito, che non capiro l'importanza
Provo! Non voglio piu. No! Non oso vedere cio che e rimasto di me. penso! E' cercare l'inganno subito! e quello che devo copie di ieri ideali confusi
Art house director, art house director we lost magic light until tomorrow night art house director, art house director make the waters part into an empty
is hard to tell In beauty the evil is waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servents, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken
outside when it's 95 to 98 To throw slid into you left-side broke (Niggas!) (Beam!) Boa constrictor, chokin' (Niggas!), the grown man (Beam!) Pawns mean, your controllers get broken
four cities in one day and four countries in one week Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art
Ross Vanelli & Philip Bailey How can you explain that we're apart When all we've known is being together Time had made our love a work of art So sure
doors than the ones that are open The whole place tells time by a tower clock that?s broken The pigeons are ravens, and the gulls are vultures And trash is art
closed doors than the ones that are open The whole place tells time by a tower clock tha'ts broken The pigeons are ravens and the gulls are vultures And trash is art
I'm only 18 I got skills though Beats rhymes life tribe called chilled flow You been rapping 25 years and you still broke No disrespect the riches is the art
pretty good kisser I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster I like to think I got it down to an art
trace my love on the wall of time, over pain in my heart Art of life Insane blade stabbing dreams Try to break all truth now But I can't heal this broken
that motherfuckin black n mild so I can break it in half and shove it up your ass with a genuine draft and ride off on a giraffe till its legs is broke
bomb shit from the east to west Like yay-yo Niggaz pull out when I say so Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal 'fficiently I delete then flee The art