... Hold on ... You ride on a silver spider ... Hold on don't you lose your dreams Hold on save your fantasy Hold on every nightmare's got an end Hold
Tradução: Angel Dust. Hold On.
Hold on ... You ride on a silver spider ... Hold on don't you lose your dreams Hold on save your fantasy Hold on every nightmare's got an end Hold on
me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (repeat 2X) [Bonifucco] Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust Bitches
I'm dust to dust And when a man Turns to ashes Forget about love Like the feeling inside you With the bottle beside you You both end up empty Like an angel
this night? Mike was the hardhead from the around the way that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on
bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat
lean on my shoulder Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulder Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture Who am I to revel? What I?m being is a vulture On
: (feat. D'Angelo) [D'Angelo:] I believe... that's love, that's love I believe... that's love I believe... that's love, that's love I believe... that
it was meant Though you never were a believer, I assure you: I won't die before you You read the book now, The part "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" Short
it was meant Though you never were a believer, I assure you: I won't die before you You read the book now, the part \"ashes to ashes, dust to dust\"
it was meant Though you never were a believer, I assure you: I won't die before you You read the book now, The part "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" Short
it was meant Though you never were a believer, I assure you: I won't die before you You read the book now, the part "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" Short
Hell who serves the master Sound the charge on Sabbaths day. Charge! Crest the demon's souls Show yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds
the intern of the back up gaffer But I'm only a rapper, standin' on two feet, backstage with four whores On all fours, and that's on all tours How long
, cry, and lust for us Damn it feel good to be platinum plus Don't fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust Clean get aways I
bull You play all day and night I represent Los Angeles all over the United States And you ain't did nothin' for me Think about it Hold up, I ain't finished on
hold your hand up to the plow Work the dirt till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good Lord near It
