Terry turns, he just cannot sleep From the ceaseless noise out on the street Its too hot, it's too late Theres nothing he can do but wait Terry says
Staggering home The headlights throw a shadow up and upon Friends and loved ones that have done no wrong But no longer mean anything to me Oh, am I mumbling
the land And I cry a salty tear, For those who are not here On this day You're wonderful So wonderful, Its good to see you You're wonderful So wonderful
land And I cry a salty tear, For those who are not here On this day You're wonderful So wonderful, Its good to see you You're wonderful So wonderful
Traduction: La folie. Merveilleux.
(Smyth) Johnny the horse was kicked to death He died for entertainment.. Would you believe he came out well He had a bright inquiring mind His family
I can read what?s going through your mind I can see what you hide in your eyes Yes I'm going to put a spell on you Just to see exactly what you'll do
(Thompson/Barson) Staggering home the headlights throw a shadow up and upon Friends and loved ones that have done no wrong But no longer mean anything
place you want to be Where do you wanna be, if you feel like a star? We'll take you all the way, no matter how far. There's a method in the madness,
sense of urgency, Fascination a spell, You became more then just a mystery. And I think about you all the time, And now you won't even speek to me, Wondering
nothin funny cream Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'ma savage Still a method to my madness BLAST
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) cemetary full of brothers I buried It's going down even now I wonder
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
still that don't promise me the next day So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin I'm bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder
it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Keepin it real Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone
at my options. I can just let em drop me, or I can cock it and pop it. The way they murdered Oscar was proposterous nonsense. They talkin with they glocks, conversation is violence, and they wonder
