Letras:
Sleeping At Last Careful Hands

us to be creatures of habit. We are creatures of habit. Only with careful hands We?ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures. Only with careful hands

us to be creatures of habit. We are creatures of habit. Only with careful hands We?ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures. Only with careful hands

pain anymore my hands, embrace the air, every time i look at you one last chance and we can burn the morrow, one last chance before tomorrow i dont care

on Throw ya hands (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up in the air (get em up) Come on Throw ya hands up Leave the guns and the knives at home Don't be

: I wanna go to bed With arms around me But wake up on my own Pretend That I'm still sleeping Til' you go home Oh I can't look at you This morning

tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. THE END We sleep

yet Lil Mama I?m peepin your style Do I think you?re dope enough, yup One way of findin it out The way you came at me, boo Don?t care, not afraid I?m

on They may not agree, they may not understand But God got a plan, to put the mic in my hand And his hand and that hand And ideas, and all of there's

yet Lil Mama I?m peepin your style Do I think you?re dope enough, yup One way of findin it out The way you came at me, boo Don?t care, not afraid I?m