solitude Failing every face I try to be I'm not your progress, the pay of your pains I'm stabbing the questions for answers I can't face I'm losing the
faces, somber faces, that's what I see I see soft faces, hard faces, lookin' at me Glad faces, sad faces, everywhere I see I see keen faces, dull faces
solitude Failing every face I try to be. I'm not your progress, the pay of your pains I'm stabbing the questions for answers I can't face I'm losing
Übersetzung: Demon Hunter. Unsere Gesichter Fall Apart.
: You've got your reputation I've got anonymity I've got my self-respect You can't take that from me You've got to protect your interests You've got
like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic. My thoughts far away, unable to act, feel numb to the distress. I can't remember freedom, forgot all faces
down South? Tryna check me You aint gotta like me But you gon respect me [Verse 1:] Hoe, muthafuck a Fox Whack bitch I'm a hunter Set fire to many tracks
: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if
on his block I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast Heard the shot, went through his face
face in ya grill But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal Flipmode, cop boy
creeper Cause they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace I'm a lonely hunter City
please Opera: Mi nuh want nuh idle jubbie Fi come hackle my body I saaay The gal dem all a run mi dung The gal dem all a hunt mi dung The gal dem
hunt. The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut. The sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine. Clutching her carcass, a face
: Hunt me down, seek me out, bring your best That's how I want it to be Full of doubt, full of fear, all's unclear It's over cuz now I can see Like
wondering where I am While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam I decide to get out and leave the car behind me Everywhere there are people passing by Empty faces
: There's guns across the river about to pound you There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you Bounty hunters are dancing all around you Billy
pick 'em I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim It's like, [gunshot] To his legs, [gunshots] To his chest, another shot in the face The nigga
