Letras:
Machine Head Other

I'm waiting In my cold cell When the bell Begins to chime Reflecting on My past life And it doesn't have Much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock They take me To

: I'm waiting In my cold cell When the bell Begins to chime Reflecting on My past life And it doesn't have Much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock They take me

: My girlfriend's out on a date and she don't know Head over her heartbeat, does he want her? Really don't get you sometimes when I think about all my

fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other

blows It'll turn your head around Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line To talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces

open your mind proud like a god don't pretend to be blind trapped in yourself, break out instead beat the machine that works in your head Will you offer

cold wind blows it'll turn your head around Well there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come Sweet dreams and fine machines

cold wind blows it'll turn your head around. Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come. Sweet dreams and flying machines

cold wind blows it'll turn your head around. Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come. Sweet dreams and flying machines