As soon as you saw my face in the video You couldn't differentiate from life and your ego Always hiding, always watching from the shadows From London
(Intro) 1st verse: As soon as you saw my face in the video You couldn't differentiate from life and your ego Always hiding, always watching from
Übersetzung: Allerheiligen. Narbe.
ah youth An ah goh da skool Inna gabardine Teacha's ah line up Waiting for the daggering Uptown and gully queen WA star the movie scene Gyal from all SAINT
he was never born Johnny waits at journal square and tells himself again Johnny you're the patron saint of spitting in the wind Johnny's got all the scars
the hood) You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta bust bitches) I'm so hood [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See all i know is that i go
.. And when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face. [x2] Let's Go! I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you
broken glass that?s Slashing through yuor spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria You found a home In all your scars and
broken glass that?s slashing through yuor spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria You found a home In all your scars and
: For now there's no redeeming, Self-conscience all-consuming, All day my rage is burning, These scars I wear I'm bearing. Untie the reasons That keep
: (feat. Sheryl Crow & Bob Seger) You're no angel, I'm no saint, if we were We wouldn't be in this place tonight Lost and lonely, scared and confused
sky Look close; see the Empire formin' in my eyes It's like a thousand stars shinin' for a moment in time Had to fight thru all the haters layin' dormant
, nothing posh Nothing that you'd call up to scratch. This is my school, my high society Here in the slums of Saint Michele We live on crumbs of humble
are shot, shot, shot in the back. I see the sun in splinters. Why wait. All the times, All the ways, And it cuts you from the start. All the scars, All
defenders, send bullets through contenders Tempers red hot like red fox fuckin with esther Deck the saint jock I stallone like sylvester Funk molester, impress all
all She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet Dying for me to packer, as she stroked my helmet And I was thinking these girls was saints But it
