Songtexte:
The Hundred In The Hands

: Come out, follow me I'll show you something Eyes like X-ray specks Expecting nothing In constellations It's only everything No, no one knows But it

: Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go (repeat) Kicking on the edge of town Counting all the pigeons down Walking

: The North-Forth Luxury Condominiums Are not getting built Not getting built All the neighbors watch her halted developments Haunted by the movements

: Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I

won't come Through water damaged bloodshot eyes The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies All seem to mingle into one I read your name under words in your elegant hand

Take what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands

it won't come Through water damaged bloodshot eyes The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies All seem to mingle into one I read your name under words in your elegant hand

did nothin less fuck with the kidd get tooled to the head, tooled to the chest nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit you got ya hands full

I'ma fool - Baby handed me my first tool Told me if I feel played do what I gotta do Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand You don't know from