can't wait a minute longer Gonna teach you the art of making sense There's a devil on the road There's a devil on the road There's a devil on the road
Tradução: Un. El arte de dar sentido a.
the night again awake for the night again hanging ont he phone i cant wait a minute longer gonna teach you the art of making sense SOLO theres a
'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she?s got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i?m looking up as i?m lying
negation How can you see my face? What's to become of me? The art of reduction Stripped down through What seems defendable Scaled to bare revisions To stop making sense
still never snitch [Chorus x 2] I?m a goon Wild style goons in the room I?m a goon with the golden six-shooter and a mullet I?m a goon We the ones that
you stopped making sense to me Seems to me that it's all the same, time and time again Slowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lie To aim and
in Virginia Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads So I
all of history Against us is the law With its immensity of strength and power Against us is the law! Police know how to make a man A guilty or an innocent
might be fucking with the song of life Extend your deeper senses, there will be no fight At the never ending ocean of perfect insights 'Round your molecule beam with a
Couldn?t get out of bed If I bought you a cafe latte instead If I lied when I said 32 inches was the size of my waist And if I admit every once in a
and strain What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax I stand back, hopin I'll make it through tomorrow [Verse 3: Nas] My skin is a art gallery
me, not for them Intolerance, far worse things? This makes no sense Get high on me and mine Take the poison Raise a voice? The art of making noise Attacking
do but, I don't know how you feel about me is this not fairrrrrrr, fairrrrrr. hea-a-a-art lo-o-o-ove oh-o-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh hea-a-a-art lo-o
need a reference to get residence A reference to your preference to say i'm a good neighbour I trudge so judge me for my labour I walk in a bar and immediately
