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Übersetzung: The Living End. Closing In.
ta slow down Close ya nose or ya gonna go down I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks Playin' my hoes close They tied up like a
s cold I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My
life You taught me how to cry. Why? Why? My inner struggle will just end when I Take my last breath And I will see you suffer Until you close your
write across the sky In letters that would soar a thousand feet high To Sir, With Love The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end
the writing on the wall is just as you left. it says "you better end it all before you live to regret it." and this is what it takes, to live under
baby I cant go on, living, without you I cant go on, without holding you in my arms Sometimes people make mistakes in their lives Why we have to end
: [Mr. Mixx] Check it out y'all Ch-ch-check it out y'all 2 - 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Fresh - Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice Tre - Treach
, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close
and heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time Until the end of time [2Pac] Please Lord
and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close
make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop
if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would
I did good was scrapping Until the end of time [Chorus x2] [2Pac:] Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To live my life as an outlaw all along
that dictates our right to live freely You will thank us tomorrow, for what's been done today Survival forced us to take control Grasping us by our throat But in the end
association so many times I've come close to the end now you send your love. I have nothing to send I won't play this confusing game anymore! this time I'm closing
I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane I make a grove
