I just lost my best friend I miss you so much I wish my life would end I cannot get up from down here I cried until dust appeared I'm trying to let go
will find Just a little piece of mind To keep my self back in control Will it ever be the same The syrenge is calling out my name See myself I am addicted
[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli] Dust in the tunnel, dust to dust Dust to dust, dust in the tunnel I would you live in my skin I want you taste my soul
Übersetzung: Angel Dust. Addicted To Serenity.
[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli] Dust in the tunnel, dust to dust Dust to dust, dust in the tunnel I would you live in my skin I want you taste my
I will find Just a little piece of mind To keep my self back in control Will it ever be the same The syrenge is calling out my name See myself I am addicted
throne, microphone, recite a poem Hypotone, mellow out the ghetto route, track thugs meadow out Crack blood devil house, gat slugs, here's your addict
who the fuck is that? [KP] It's over, run! It's over, run! [KP] It's over! It's over! [people screaming] [Killah Priest] All science addicts religious
somethin to smoke Everytime, I use the element of surprise With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts
mushrooms The crown royal and sugarcubes The microdots and dmt Wannabe bedroom dj's, Would-be producers, groupies, Wanna-be musicians, gerls that can't sing, Dope addicts
proper for rhyming stupid But embalment fluid life got drama to it Unusual pharmaceutical dip is a trip if you have the patience If you go nuts dust is
Juice And this magazine will be red/read when I spray it loose Who got this chicks lips speaking wrong to us Chew four letter words like Cheech & Chong on dust
toss it let me do my thang What What What Back shaking the dust off Knocking the rust off Your highnesses Philly's finesess Back for the addict The fanatic
done is gonna last forever Babies being born in the world already drug addicted and afflicted Family values are contradicted, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
an addict I'm leaving you You've got pains like an addict 10 A.M. automatic Come on, yeah I see darkness cover us And your car kicks up dust What about
the front seat She got crazy game, might even have more than me And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta One wrong move and I'll dust her But she
Can't stop addicted to the shindig Chop top, it says, I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation De funk the
