've got nothing to say to besides it's over. Fire breaks through the window pane, it's coming. The guilt weighs down on me, heavy. This is the last moment
Traduction: Sur Le Dernier Jour. À la fraction du Le Monde.
I've got nothing to say to besides it's over. Fire breaks through the window pane, it's coming. The guilt weighs down on me, heavy. This is the last moment
(feat. Martina Topley-Bird) Tricky: Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin my teeth It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief My muscles kind
Verse 1] (What if) what if I never slept around, never cheated on you girl (What if) what if I didn?t break your heart and never ever ruined you world
reason to survive, in this earthly hell Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well I'm on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit Will it matter if
got some pussy was when I got it was at 112th and 7th avenue) (On my motherfucking block) But on our block we still praaayyy But on our block we still
gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
beat then j-u-m-p! come, come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this day)
on I’m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what Get the paper
of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred [? ], mad cerebral, you on your last
be to be a sign I?m happy for you Now I know this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I?m sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever
't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't
So the wicked was the corner place, dweller place Never gon' eat that, eat that Satan the original serpent on his last track Flat broke, dead on his back, crawlin on
, prepared for my day Make no mistake-stake-stake stake; These bells above, they never break-break-break You hear the alarm; We're headed for ruin This world
Every time I smoke good reefer that indo high makes me fly If everyboby smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better place If everybody took a break
, what can ya do? Chorus: On any other day, I'd be blue eyes crying I could tell the world at least I'm trying The clouds are breaking The sun is