all in the past That's why l'm last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around Last exit to Brooklyn Last chance to turn around She said she was mine
Übersetzung: Der Untergang. Last Chance To Turn Around.
you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve
those fallen in their tracks Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight If I've fallen 'neath
money apparatus Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it Anyway you get ____, and I?m a grab it Turn around stares to your face then I jab
em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and
we stand divided we fall When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich Coming around your hood bitch
shake it Your standing adjacent to Jason's last slut, They're facing Together makes 'em, a fuckin' bad combination I lashed at the doctor in my last
like mardi gras you can take your beads off, pull off your bra but if you try to stand me up i'ma probably fall.... so i might have to be the one to turn the world around
plane In the pourin' rain I hate flyin' But there's no time for slow trains another show to do I gotta caatch my crew They left last night In the bus around
the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees You turn from me And said, "The trapeze act was wonderful But never meant to last" The clown that
with me tonight And Always As sure as this full moon And Always Lets sit around and shed those lonely tears While days turn into years Even though the rain must fall
borough bitch, Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit. I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell
in the pourin' rain I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew They left last night in the bus around
been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t I ride out till the wheels fall off and my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go off f-ck ya whole team
take care of me But I turn around and you're standing here How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here I've tried that love thing for the last
're dying We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to Turn it all around or to throw it all away We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance
in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then [Wish Bone] Been labeled a pyschopath, Fall down with a buck and a blast when I'm gettin my chance,