I deplore, every time I look at you, I just want do it, I can clench my fist right through it but I just want to get off rectilinear, this direction
emotion I deplore Every time I look at you I just wanna do it I can clench my fist right through it But I just wanna get off Rectilinear, the direction
Tradução: Bad Religion. Bajar.
emotion I deplore, every time I look at you, I just want do it, I can clench my fist right through it but I just want to get off rectilinear, this direction
not addicted to you) Fall upon this token as religion of my head And we'll never get through customs Let's just take off again instead Got my degree
Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
ll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your worthless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you
a broken nation (A broken nation) Its a contradiction, And I cant take it any f***ing more Its a bad religion (bad religion, bad religion, bad religion
love of ballin' got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums based off the way we was branded face it, Jerome get
is like a fucking body missing her neck But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off Life is a bitch and my cock's off the Glock's cock My hand's shriveled
I Get down on my knees and say a prayer Cause your body's a blessing yeah I love it, I want it, I need it And I ain't happy till I get it and hit it,
King But wine drink within the danger zone lounging You need to be more aware of your surroundings Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart
to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel Get it off my burnt chest, my
all the guns Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision To save me and my daughter's lives, but I can't thrive off spirit and scripture The picture
game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion
