In a falling house of cards. the of what we called ours. i never needed a clue, we had two. it was me and you. house of cards. what it drop. tried hard
the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown. Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down. [X2] [Layzie Bone:] Hold down! Welcome
your life's cruel journey And one cursed minute takes away All pleasures from before Hand of fate is stronger than us Bringing pain, bringing sorrow Crashing down
: Verse 1: Will Smith Early mornin' wake up Gently with the Caress on your hand And that Kimono that I bought you on my trip to Japan Sunshine peekin
fall down And I hope you'll forgive me Cause I didn't forget The way you severed the cords Of your own safety net Well fate can be cruel Life may be
right lets coincide All night flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired Now I'm on charge The party's going down
Yeow, so fo' ever Oh forever, forever, forever, yeah Oh Chasin' forever Early mornin' wake up Gently with the caress on your hand And that kimono that
300 years on the sea of Moyle, a cruel and bitter place, The children missed their father here, the smile upon his face. In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash
two million miles down the PCH and now he's gone I slashed his tires, I bled his brakes, it had to be done Their hand job lives were just too cruel, you
me wasn?t you We both know that life is cruel I know we can?t go down that road again And it hurts too much to think what might have been (Chorus) But
place were I come from is with me all the time You could walk the streets when the sun goes down In my little town You don't need defenses when the sun goes down
coincide All night flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired -rampage verse- Now I'm on charge The party's going down
Dressed all in black Went down to the station And he never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won't be down
cool cool cruel cool light on my face. Yeah the sand sand sand, the sand scratches my hand, and your tears tears tears, they keep falling where I stand, while the waves crash down
be I'll be Rosellini. Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. Beer backs down to the places you left. A slow hand inside pushing down brings back