Paroles:
Senses Fail Coming Up Short

you're struggling Don't throw down what you left What you're slowly dying And you're holding onto I'm just glad to see You're trying so hard But failing

was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been

ferment and came back to our senses, Drove back home and slept a few days, Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be, And all these lines fall short

Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling Showin off, goin off, wiggin Biggin up the town where I come up

Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him Think thorns worn as a crown Here the Jews say, "Crucify Him pass it down" Hear the squeals as the steel comes

now hanging ourselves There's no excuse no more, gotta come together Gotta get shit right, shit is too fucked up It's been fucked up for a long time man

I start slayin' crews everybody's payin' dues I prevail never fail or fall even as a underdog I were wonders y'all Step up and get with it You try to

badself) [King Tee] It's straight up madness everywhere I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up