I never seem to quit always lying to myself, A shoe that always fits never is a long time and it seems like I'm a clock ticking like a time bomb, someday
never seem to quit always lying to myself, a shoe that seems to fit never is a long time and it feels like I'm a clock ticking like a time bomb, someday
Übersetzung: No Use For A Name. Bürgersteig.
time I never seem to quit always lying to myself, A shoe that always fits never is a long time and it seems like I'm a clock ticking like a time bomb,
: Interoretation of early black and white haitian love songs One. Oceans wept Moutains slept Sidewalks crumbled to ash Your name remains In children
? Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute these people? Is it wrong for me to caress it against my ego? Eh yo, can I use a ball point just to make
use it to duel w/ my skeleton? is it proper for me to use it to persecute these people? is it wrong for me to caress it against my ego? can i use a ball
For the kill, MAC's in your side Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these children My old hood could use a little rebuilding A better place for
Interoretation of early black and white haitian love songs One. Oceans wept Moutains slept Sidewalks crumbled to ash Your name remains In children
smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be {o thats the way it is} fuck yea and thats the way its gonna be why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad
be pure Peter is a poet shootin' jivetalk all over the sidewalk ain't no big money for Pete at the corner of the street Bad Blood Peter is a poet up
burning leaves is the same The hound in night's brain learning dreams is untamed There'll be a time for drying up and dying on sidewalks Years for beards
from a sudden death but the sidewalk is my friend for now, i'll wait i'll count the clouds from a broken gate 'til the neighbors call me names and tell
Is It Proper For Me To Use It To Prosecute These People? Is It Wrong For Me To Caress It Against My Ego? Eh Yo, Can I Use A Ball Point Just To Make My
the system, or hate me for dissin The house in which they live in as a slave to the rhythm But I walk the broken sidewalk paved with the magic Of those
if your ass didn't hear me clear Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear [hook] My old hood could use a little rebuilding A better place for these
