Paroles:
Department S

A DEAD GLARE This very hard landscape. Everybody's sitting around in cold, She hears me bliking. Leave the machine alone, they're working overtime.

Stelle tristi, spegnetevi incorrotte! Morir debbo. Veder non voglio il giorno, Per amor del mio sogno e della notte. Chiudimi, O Notte, nel tuo sen materno, Mentre la terra pallida s

You know Verse 1: we've come this far by faith Leaning on the Lord Trusting in His holy word He never fail me yet Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh No turning

D's, I put 'em right in your face Like that model bitch De Cara(?) And she ain't win the show, but she ridin in that Gelatta(?) That's why I fuck 'em

enough bliss Got to give these hangers on a miss 'Cos I need some help I just don't get No one seems to understand what's up What's up, what's up So

I'd like to say it's been a pleasure, repping to my last second dude, done a lot of shit they never get to do, I'd like to say it's been a pleasure, Honored

left, that's what happened Y'all muthafuckas gonna be sittin' around all night Talkin' to each other, oh, that's cool Y'all got some muthafuckin' Playboy magazines So I guess that's

my six fo' Impala, forget the double D's I put 'em right in your face like that model *** Takara And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Galata That's

from me far from me There is no knowledge but I know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From the ridiculous to the sublime It's