Unnatural skies drift away calmly Behind the trees right before my eyes After that it gets dark rather quickly This changing of the weather brings a
Unnatural skies drift away calmly behind the trees right before my eyes. After that is gets dark rather quickly. This changing of the weather brings a
Übersetzung: Black Lungs. In Memory.
and his burning lungs are steaming He wanna walk in the sun Feel love like anyone No one knows that black dog better than I I said no one knows that black
on our jocks, But popping shots will not stop Slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop Aftershock liquefies my brain and
BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) [Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus] As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black
that while I spit anthrax On your cd, tape, and wax so stand back You don't really wanna jump the gun In the airless flow with punctured lungs Go 'head
"Welcome to the real world" She said to me condescendingly Take a seat, take your life Plot it out in black and white Well, I never lived the dream of
See my boy's frozen face of horror as he reacts Why did they pop me, was it all over bank? Because my lungs burnin like Haley's Comet inside a holding
with our eyes, it's playing with our eyes Sharpened tongues and the loaded guns of all the fortunate sons You're the jack, back in black, ripping air from our lungs
than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had so what is left in life - but my destruction? why do my lungs still gasp - when I no longer
meant to me ere my lungs met the ire of your voracious mouth. So now I walk alone through the ashes of our ties. My mind flooding with memories of
our new consciousness Final ending, all reversing, infinity is uncoiling How can this be? Unwound eternity The air is gone, atmosphere evaporated All lungs
so far away The monolith stands in a darkening shadow If I should die before I wake Never see the shores With foreign waves Memory fades to black Under
things i've done smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a gun and held the trees in my lungs pushin
all you'll get And you do your best not to fuck it up too much Yeah, the thing about that is it's a hard new fact You smoke until your lungs turn black
Epidemic proportions - Fire and brimstone Running for cover - Souls embodied Sky turns black - Breath is sifted Out of lungs - Traumatic shock Will
black dog I said, ?No one knows that black dog better than I? Black dog, black dog I said, ?No one knows that black dog better than I? Black dog, black
