lies and vice burn my head in obscure rooms rush of womans' robe turns me to stone in the door the nightly silhuette upon my head a rising shade of death
Did something snap inside of me, sicken and deform Tap a hidden illness deep inside. Release my violent energy, repeat the senseless kill. Caught red
The other day I heard somebody saying While our special song had been playing They saw you yesterday shopping for 2 rings The news like a bolt shot
(Verse One) Niggas get stomped when they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you
Ночью во дворе морозно и чисто Лишь изредка мелькают шашки таксистов Мои мысли дуют ветра Ты мне напомни как я был груб и неправ Закрываю двери, солнце