On a mattress that's been set to burn Looking up Looking out Reaching in Let it out That will never be me I will always be free That will never be me
that's been set to burn looking up looking out reaching in let it out that will never be me I will always be free that will never be me i will always
Traduction: Death Angel. Jamais Me.
death though!) Since you went away (We celebrating your life) I dont really feel like talkin, don't wanna hear you love me (Nah mean!) Baby (Yes!) do you understand me
take me alive, I'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die, You think God had a plan for me? But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin'
] They got a nigga, shedding tears Reminiscing on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death
death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish
is what I need to keep my sanity I say we fear no evolution stand up musical co-revolution follow me now when I say we can never stop in we never give
politics I am all the shit that I say I am Yes I know I'm blessed am bonnies angel I'm heaven sent That's word to mother mommy never see yo baby quit
you live? I've really lost my mind... Behold, for I am the will of the reaper! Beg for the mercy of your worthless angels! As relief washed over me, calm consumes me
the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal's death. Shine your light, shine your light on me Shine your light, shine your light on me
to level out Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen? Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens All this death
to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day she may have left she would never
yearning; Hail the star that from far bright with hope is burning. Blessed Savior, let me find Thee! Keep Thou me close to Thee, cast me not behind Thee
lullaby which Thou wilt own, The spirit's song of sweetest tone. To God on high all glory be, Who gave His only Son for me; For which the Angels carol
in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phatom, believe me clowns That means suicide homie, you'll never throw me Off
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby) Sometimes I get drunk, for stress relief Other times I put "Life After Death" on and peep
I love you Peace on earth Will you die for me? Eat me This way The end I'll always be true Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe If you'
