Bustin' my ass for far too long Trying to even things out My life follows the same beaten path I've seen enough to know what it's about Everyday I say
Bustin' my ass for far too long. Trying to even things out. My life keeps following the same beaten path. I've seen enough to know what its about. Everyday
Traduction: Aucun avertissement. Almost There.
Mm hm, you'd better heed my warning The straw that broke the camel's back Didn't have to be so big And when you ran off and left me, baby I almost blew
Cause everybody wanna be a G - 4x [Z-Ro] Hearing voices of the children of the corn The mother that has finally been warned Cause on a Polaroid in focus There
our hearts Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood Now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us could Listen to words of warning But on the
turn into monsters at the loss of all affection Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters And I could have used some warning
love (cause I hear them callin me) And he's the one you trust (like our time is almost through) Time is runnin out (there's nothin left to do) When they
's the one you love (cause I hear them callin me) And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through) Time is runnin out (there's nothin left
He's the one you love (cause I hear them callin me) And he's the one you trust (now that time is almost through) Time is runnin out (there's nothin left
s the one you love... ('cause I hear 'em callin me...) and he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through) Time is runnin out (There's
Act II SCENE TWELVE DONG WORK FOR YUDA CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER: Hello there...this is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe was sent to a special prison where
needn't try any more. For wives should always be lovers too, Run to his arms the moment that he comes home to you. I'm warning you, Day after day, there
got em resentin me God I work hard, please don't envy me I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard I can recall a year ago I almost lost this
warning Gods of war They are coming now No man can quell the suffering The hell and all the grief it brings Our life is almost over now there's
be fine, will be fine for a while. There's still one or two of us walking the street, no arrows of direction painted under our feet, no angels to warn