't enjoy the game (well I cant control the way I loved her I cant control the way she breaks) Nothing ever changes in the bizarre Nothing ever changes in the bizarre
't enjoy the game (well I cant control the way I loved her I cant control the way she breaks) Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre
Übersetzung: Cold. Bizarr.
don't enjoy the game (well I cant control the way I loved her I cant control the way she breaks) Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre
at the number you say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer and you don?t do it for the man, men never notice you just do it for yourself you?re the fucking coldest
still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold And chill mode can turn into somebody
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world Gettin' bizarre
crazy Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby And I ain't never going home, Bizarre can for go It's cold I'll be for cyphering, right
slide into the bar I'm vaguely aware of the bizarre dance macabre strangers pair off The ritual starts with a tap on the shoulder But the company here's just making loneliness colder
me right now show me the path So I know that havin' my people can close the gaps Me, daily I spar as I tour this world bizarre I've been hit pretty hard
I need is a game jersey. Nigga (nuts and guts) get serverd up when I get all spittin up ? Cut it up gut it up with cold cuts with another nut heated
: Flagellating your pale cold skin, I desire for more Beholding those deep bleeding wounds I wish I could return you back to life To start my feast all
: Flagellating your pale cold skin, I desire for more Beholding those deep bleeding wounds I wish I could return you back to life To start my feast
crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
, Everyone Has Been Shot. Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Verse 1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened
a french kiss chicks lock lips Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness It's like the heart of the artist become a target Pop music is the black market Recently we witness bizarre
this audio bizarre, noone knows who you are No descendents of Ham, no babies are taught Leave the black in the cold and the cold in the bar Like a shifted
