Soft, soft fade Circled around Turn loose goodbye Switch off No attempt to look failure is king Are we ready? Close those lips Try to lose me three more
soft, soft fade circled around turn loose goodbye switch off no attempt to look failure is king are we ready close those lips try to lose me 3 more time
Tłumaczenie: Dillinger Escape Plan. Zarząd Running.
as if in a dream only one man can know he tastes the dirt he chews the dirt the dirt the filth now swallow the filth of it cold sweat runs down slow
now who's the fool? strip it off and scale the wall i am the mask that talks inside the concrete flesh i am the king now tell me nothing i am the fool
such worthless crust and crazed now cring to slap the wrist i sense you cracked and weak the nonexistent won't care when you fail to wake i sense you
waiting Come and take it from me I'm going crazy, got me waiting Come and take it from me The time is tickin' The train is boarding, you might miss
Bang, bang, bang Sister Rosaline Ting a ling a ling Look at that child Popping that thang Hitch up to my wagon And get ready to roll But don't get on board
Great North Special, were you on board? You can't find a ride like that no more Night the chariot swung down low Ninety-nine children had a chance to
go at it See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword I told satan that I'm killin' him trough the Ouija board (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda
moccasin's clean Im playin for the green shawty ima team pleaser Ima team player, I aint tryna be no king Just tryna be a legend for a nigga hit 3.... 0, the board
riddles I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib And just when you find happiness he run away with it Then you back to the drawing board
running through my head I'm thinkin of war, pacing up the stairs as quick as I can to the top floor Half way there, pick up a tool that's laying on the floor boards
nervously jokes As the angel's tires, strokes his precious pavement Oh the interstate's choked with nomadic hordes In Volkswagen vans with full running boards
All I see is blinkin' lights track boards and fat mikes 950's SP12's MP60's Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin' The shit is tight right 'cause the sample
? Aiyyo, what happened to the beat? What's goin' on in there, man? Hey Dice, man what the fuck are you in there doin', man? The fuckin' board's smokin
like Yamakas and Koofies yo I write screen gems ya'll niggas act in B-movies Type of niggas proud to be groupies Followers in the herd running over
