who are asleep March on, left to right to left again Our feet in sync to this rhythm Conducted by the hand of the saving One Report fall in line, big
Traduction: Sept places. Fall In Line.
up those who are asleep March on, left to right to left again Our feet in sync to this rhythym Conducted by the hand of the saving One Report, fall in line
Get in the line till I make it to the front, and then it's time to fall But if I ever fall off, just fall back behind the scene Take seven, catch me
I used to be a doggone fool, fall for a woman's story every time But no more, I swear Well, I used to be a, be a doggone fool, fall for that old woman
and places I should be loving. Glittering azure, I want to protect these pure feelings the way they are now. With both of my shoulders lined up, I
Intro] Ladies and gentlemen We are gathered here today To join I see it, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this right here Yeah, yeah One-Two, One-Two, in the place
pussy and time on dudes like Number Seven who ain't learned their lesson He wants to enter the flesh divine by dropping a kind of semi-sweet line "Your
outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose On ah, mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose Open and close just like a case Place to place
We can leave this place and run away Oh baby we can leave and run away Yes we can leave this place and run away We can leave this place and run away
intro] Ladies and gentlemen We are gathered here today To join I see it, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this right here Yeah, yeah One-two, one-two, in the place
They have never gave me any credit So I developed a homicide fetish, deal wit it mothafucka It's yo call It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall I
you haters wanna crowd my space Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face For they butterfly-stitch ya face If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
you're not coming back Spread your arms against the wall you're not to small That's all to call who's next in the line to fall This world is in motion
Mikel] There`s no place for us There`s no way to run We`are waiting for the future The curse will go on On the wings of the storm Cold rain`s falling
a paid off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin
start The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard Line by line
