Stripping our consciousness blinding our consents hiding behind fake smiles. I've seen you for what your really are and it's sickening. Still we wait
Traduction: Still Life. Remplissez Les Océans.
the sand On each side there's an ocean Staring out to see the lights as they pull me in It's brings me close to home I start to swim alone The stillness
filled sky i soar still more, i want more left out in the cold and in fever's grip then your warmth returns, it's the strangest trip i want more, still
insane Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number 1 Trying to puncture on my life by filling
on the On the backs of our lives While we have oceans River that still bring us life Reasons to dance in the moment Hold onto our time Come fill up
devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a little boastin' and braggin' What's all the commotion and naggin' about ?Cause I'm still
, and ain't this Beat tight, Chains say hello, Watch say goodnight, And I still look right, This is the good life, Gucci Bandanna just to make me look
this chick was just gon give it up My life style lavish I get it so I can live it up Pop the bottles Drop Drop the top on'em fly all my life Fuck fame
He had grown tired of her So it was true He left her apartment And he walked all night long 'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. But still
ain't this beat tight? My chains say hello, my watch say goodnight And I still look right, this is the good life This Gucci bandanna it just to make me
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays
Verse 1: Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen? bitches on my jock 'cause my flow is hot spot the watch I got filled
insane Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time 'cause he's my motherfucking enemy number 1 Trying to puncture on my life by filling
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but
the gray morning sun I heard that highway whisper and sigh, "Are you ready to fly?" And I looked into the faces all passing by It's an ocean that will never be filled
thought that this chick wuz juss gon' give it up My life style lavish I get it so I can live it up Pop the bottles drop-drop the top on em' fly all my life
that verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a little boastin' and braggin' What's all the commotion and naggin' about 'Cause I'm still
