bodies, the air has grown small fingers Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers Destination, destination Destination, destination Destination, destination Destination
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Reiseziel.
fuck if all of this belongs to you do what you do, go head but throw me in the briar's patch and you'll never see so much red I bled from Destin just
by the inquisition The order of Pope and King Lets them leave behind everything The fleet is ready, ready to sail No one knows its destination Gathering
right, I said Fly mob the Universal Heartthrob [Playa Fly] Well did I mention this cat was golden but not always so outspoken quite just a lil' church
see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven For example Break into my
self that he wan't fearing me My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top Ride wit me rather know they destination or not That's me, the
pray with blind fascination and believe in the priest's incantations waiting for god's revelation quietly listening to the sermon dreading the final destination
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fast They know not to gas they self They can't fuck with us, we laugh last Backbreakers of the game many many musical Legendary criminal destined to
be cake'n Taking this shit one step at a time That real shit is stuck in my mind But to that bullshit, I'm deaf and I'm blind Destined to shine, Imma
time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven For example Break
I once knew this man who was cursed from birth Destined to stagger through at life just to earn his worth In one turn of the earth this story takes its
sending me away Don't know why I put up with this shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church
to round them up So we can take them to task We'll blame the guerrillas for what has been done Burnt church of Jesus, the death of a nun The church
destined fates). God fearing people with minimal goals, Led to the slaughter - "tools with souls". Save us from hellfire - Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet. When the church
I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age I am not your destination
