Must make distance fast Before that tender touch Makes my joints rust Adored soul please know That I have to break the mould I have to go alone Inside
Übersetzung: Muss. Rest.
at: red hair and Rothkos, as if the angels just have to show. In fairness to you I must revise this romance to rust, trade in this stash for cash, trade
peace and I must hide Tell me where the hell I'm going let my bones fall in the dust Can't you hear that ghost that's calling as my colt begins to rust
re at peace and I must hide Tell me where the hell I'm going let my bones fall in the dust Can't you hear that ghost that's calling as my colt begins to rust
made it happen. History speaks louder than any other word, not bound and gagged by passivity or hesitance. Dust bowls blow with our conjecture. And I look around and see rust
re trying for something That's already found us We can invent Kingdoms of our own grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust & love we must, in beds of rust
the blunts You must be smokin' something, think I ain't smokin' nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake
here? It's over now, I hope you're satisfied Is there any indecision? Is there something I can say? There must be some solution There must be some mistake
see Someone real This is real What you wish to be You must never forget To modernize performance Malignancies on the system Will handicap slow up and rust
on the wall [Hook: Ghostface] We must remind you Where this rap come from Yes my brother, my sister It's our duty, we must remind you Hip hop was set
with all my passions and extract what I must And I move with all my people and I act when I must To take a con-honored stab at them, peeling the rust
holds the life we've led Instead of drowning in despair For I find small comfort in a bottle When we're apart Don't let the teardrops rust your shining
chimney Holdin my sack like "gimme gimme" I know that he's commin, he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust. Turn on my tv the very next day
s a fool I'm trying to say don't be so hard on yourself Take out all your worries put them up upon the shelve Just let them dust rust you must not be
: Oh, you know it's true, I'm obsessed with you Your the kind of joy I like to break. Now I must confess, I'm a complicated mess. With a bad attitude
feels alone. Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust, Boy leaves home to make a crust. A father's dreams reduced to dust, But he must go on. Tortured