I've said On an up, on an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up, on an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up Not to
I've said On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up Not to
Übersetzung: Soft Cell. On An Up.
Far, far, that was sure Like an huge hungry, an animal instinct Oh, leaving, leaving and go farther Abandoning everything, leaving everything, to meet up
on ma) I need ya (understand ma) I got to have ya Eve, Eve I'd do anything to keep ya [Eve] Yo, thinking you fly on ya next tell cell, with accumulated
I see you like mayonnaise never tried that on a veggie burger and maybe I should but not today because I have ketchup on the Lily interrups: Miley, Miley
tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up Cause it relly ain't How much you say it's what you sy I got no fuckin' time on the mic To play
Nigga, your brain don't produce data You're an old program, Priest is major You're not a killer, an ape or a gorilla You're soft, sorta like a chinchilla
Tetragrammaton squeeze come beneath camera lens Ease some, police come, place cameras on men Deceased ones lay stiff - posin' on cement roses On their
For they will be graceful way beyond your head And chains about your neck [Killah Priest] Worldwide, look All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy
Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft
hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up
thought I feel off just becuase I left Philly took a break from the rap thing went on hiatus I picked up the art of acting and multiplied papers I chilled on
watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper I'm on a mission drippin' a fog An when
watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog An when
tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up 'Cause it really ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to
a dancer And that's sick like cancer Man this bitch is trash and he's at her Dawg you dealin with a fucked up babe With fucked up ways, it's fucked up