cold, only the dead are smiling, oh To rid your heart of all lies, their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold, now let the final darkness fall I feel my soul go cold
rise above Tearing my inside out [Chorus:] I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold
Übersetzung: At The Gates. Cold.
have to die He could live through you Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world
: [50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh.. Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain
cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the
get blasted With five deadly venomz (Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit
Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold
: Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow.
you now. I walk by tranquil lakes and streams As each new season's dawn awaits I lay awake at night with troubled dreams The enemy is at the gate. Beneath
to take one destruction, Bang! And I'm thuggin' off at the golden gate safely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads (So you won't be lonely) See you at
' on the risin' status [Ken Dawg (TrAc)] Yeah, yeah! My family, (It's my family, Mo Thug) yeah my family, Mo Thug Tell me who the coldest (the coldest
underneath the tram But I picked myself up Every temptation up in lights all the diamonds and the spice Could take profit from the vice Of another man Amsterdam Cold, cold Cold, cold
the rune on the high mountain Washed away by rain and winds Enchanting force of evil lurks Here at Trollhome's moudly gate Perplexed by the dark building
: well this is my back yard - my back gate I hate to start my parties late here's the party cart - ain't that great? that ain't the best part baby -
Do you ever see the letters that I write When you look up through the wire Nikita do you count the stars at night And if there comes a time Guns and gates
: Boston at last and the plane's touching down Our hostess is handing the hot towels around From a terminal gate to a black limousine It's a ten minute
with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface Nickle nine at my waist, God
