Teksty:
Senses Fail Slow Song

Ooh if you pull too hard Then the string will break And if you leave the slack Then the string won't hold So how can we find ourselves? Trapped in our

Well if you pull to hard Then the string will break And if you leave the slack Then the string won't hold So how can we find ourselves Trapped in our

mean this year I gotta put it in three hundred gear (yeah) You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still You sense the rap but all the other rappers

and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now, I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song with

and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now, I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song

you right before they shoot you Hug your momma, cry at your funeral It's terrible, sinful, life here is pitiful God has a dark sense of humor, divine