Bottled up inside, angst ridden The pain strikes Scars badly hidden Effect of love, easy to see Just a normal kid Just like you and me Feels unclean,
Tłumaczenie: Refused. Mark.
Bottled up inside- angst ridden The pain strikes - scars badly hidden Effect of love - easy to see just a normal kid - just like you and me feels unclean
I'm that little voice inside your head Look at what you've done to me You knew all along that you were lying when you said, All those pretty words and
(Jack White/Mark Spiro) You always run to me Whenever she leaves you We trade philosophy But nothing can free you Too many poison arrows hit The heart
goodbye to this foolish lullaby You still you talk as if He didn't hurt you But I see what he did And you see the virtue And you refuse to hear the words
the matter? Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you? And brutality is all that you crackers can do And mark
convinces you'z a mark My word is my bond, my life is my son My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none 'cuz I refuse to run And for my honor I'
Young face slangin', ya, ya, ya Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck
[Verse: Scarface] Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas
[Scarface] Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake Mark ass
masses take his mark, believe the lie to chill there hearts They'll know the time has come to seal their fate Those who cling to the cross will refuse
your gossip, just the writings on the wall Over ignorant, you ain't got it, you just play far Far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark If
cut loose So this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark
bitches I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark
you with plywood Especially when I'm sippin' on this liquor and tonic One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your head so hard with it The mark from
, hood shirts and wizards No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit Night watch, pad mark, sparks spin a quake
kind of fuckery has been required lately It seems like these MC's heads need deflating And I'mma play the pin because I've been waiting Now make my mark
