Teksty:
The Black Keys All Hands Against His Own

in death. With all powers of Cephalomancy i have conjured visions of the futre and it is one of unlife. Know that the mighty Cthulhu shall consume all and all

silent n deadly u playin wit his money now he violent n ready they was partners betrayed by his own man so he feel he gotta take action in to his own hands

brown gown They ain't passin, no time for dashin Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin He had his hand on his gun on his hip And when he walked

rising From the ghetto, not always ghetto minded Some is striving, the finish line they never find it All of the sudden they life stops From black on black

th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands