's been, my pocket full of lies. Like an arrow in the air, falling endlessly and I know we're gonna be Higher than the sky, we're higher than the sky.
Tradução: Rabia. Más alto que el cielo.
and i gotta hit the bolevard In that new jaguar Why does he move throught traffic like that Purple haze road rage the OJ the ganstah leans so please believe that
comes a point in the evening when we gotta say P-nut, beat that thang we got one more for ya it's called Feels So Good Well everybody got opinion that
me they say taught me everything I know, I go off (S.A.: so sick of me, ???) when I hear that chit, chat, bullshit! In your face, that's right and it
and like it but that's my style, here I go in your face, thats right and it feels so good (fuck it up) in your face, thats right and it feels so good
seen her get this bad" Even though she seems so high He knows that she can't fly And when she falls out of the sky He'll be standing by She was raised
: He was standing on a mountain high, Reaching to the sky. You'll never see a land so strong, Ruled by one alone. They were living free in harmony, In
sand. Their glasses raised to a god on high who smiled upon them from the sky. So take the stage. Spin down the ages. Loose the passion. Spill the rage
to live like that. No, I don't want to live like that. Don't want to live like that. No, I don't want to live like that, live like that. Just another
I utter get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly
Hate will fuel your rage Drugs will get you high Money buys respect Love will get you by Hate will fuel your rage Drugs will get you high Money buys
and ride with me Get high with me You lookin' fly with me Go ride with me Just vibe with me Get high with me In the sky with me Go ride with me Get high
purest gold. I see the gods in battle rage on high, Thunderbolts across the sky. I cannot move, I cannot hide, I feel a silent scream begin inside
this world to dust I've broken these men of blood Now I wake naked, in the debris But I'm sick of fighting, sick of trying everything mounting up sky high
of their rage It is a matter of time and soon they all will die The sky is near the day is short But the tunes are still very high The less my heart
the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high
