a potential to hurt, is anything real? When forever is to be until Deep inside, in the world of empty words No escaping from those haunting, empty words
Übersetzung: Death. Empty Words.
a potential to hurt Is anything real? When forever is to be until Deep inside, in the world of empty words... No escaping from those haunting empty words
a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... [Verse One:] As I bail through tha empty
Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50
my waist Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear
I'm tired... works prolly slackin, so be that anyone notice a flaw(s) feel free to let me know. Btw: Kray's voice when he enters is I'll beyond words;
and destined to burn Fallen I have, fallen I am Cursed and destined to burn My loyalty towards a liar ceased to exist Once misled my and empty fraudulent
quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing
: Forgotten children Persecuted from the time Suffocated from the life Entombed with the holy words Empty in their hearts can you Exist without Love
my life is so empty, empty like words that are buried with loss. Turn on thy back all that's shown is regret and the shadows of death are unleashing
they leave me just an empty shell Controlling all my thoughts now I don't know Right from wrong there is no hope for escape Stung by wicked words as the
understand spottin' shells on the floor Ay yo it's far from a threat, faces of death, there's nothin' left... It's far from a threat faces of death there
feel alive. Tears roll down an empty smile. Tonight we die together. A picture-perfect memory. For you to regret forever. This void won't break the spirits will. The death
saga continues Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me
forget now, now that I reflect those times It still hurts to hear your words like thorns they lie inside, inside of me still crumbling, still rotting grey faces, empty
Killah Priest:] So you put your hand back on the key, you turn the ignition Taking off at full speed, a rider's ambition Caught an empty bottle Tequila
The offering is now brung to 'em Show us how you do this talent (what the fuck is this) It's like this look Nonchalantly I plant the words in the brain
