last I'm sure its time is up, though it's pouring down I'm sure this rain won't last" As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt He said, "I'm wading
Übersetzung: Far. Hiobs Eyes.
guy at 3-11 porter He had this Nosferatu look in his eyes. His eyes were underground. Underground. I think one day I?m gonna quit this job and move far
rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind) Where's the mob? Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job Is you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's
for the sea To stretch out so that we could disappear Into the endlessness of blue Into the horror of the truth Yes, we are far less than we knew Yeah, we are far
Chorus: Joel Plaskett] One track mind, focused on important shit Eyes on the prize, one track mind One track mind, focused on important shit Eyes on the
life. Chorus As I look into the eyes of my daughters and my sons I hope I?ve stood for something that they?ll want to carry on ?Cause life is far too
Chorus: Devin The Dude] Just because of what loves does Just because of what loves does [Verse 2: Devin The Dude] If I could only come up to yo' job and shout, "Where's
down for life Have a couple kids and make you my wife, baby You're beautiful lady Baby let's chill Baby let's chill Baby that's real forever [fades out
before this rage Love that conquers all this hate The sweating hands that hold on tight Far too late to stop this slide Strip this away if it's what
I gotta keep my composure Plus I'm trynna remember how long I really known ya You make it hard fightin you off is like a job but I'm doin good so far
s your job But since I ain't a criminal and I don't rob Or steal from anyone don't bother me dawg Busting U-turns to follow me far up the street, With
African beauty Or get in on lock Like Bob Marley You can rock it straight Like Oprah Winfrey If its not what's on your head Its what's underneath and
d never work We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his momma's rent, his young brother's clothes My nephew's food, and with
't even out [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Hold up; naw muh'fuckers - y'all muh'fuckers better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers or starve muh'fuckers, cause Jay's been the only one eatin thus far
on chrome Listen homeboy move on That's your best bet, why's that? Cause [Consequence] Uhh, uhh, yo, yo I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal's
promise you won't regret that Was I regarded as Job? Or should I take the carpenter's role? It's dark in this hole, that's as far as it goes Harps of
s at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, gettin