you are mourning and you haven't slept for several days you've been turning inside out looking for reasons and your black sorry eyes made you pale
you are mourning And you haven't slept for several days You've been turning inside out, looking for reasons And your black sorry eyes made you pale
Tradução: The Knife. Uno para ti.
you are mourning and you haven't slept for several days you've been turning inside out looking for reasons and your black sorry eyes made you pale And
dead Warlord I saw you Warlord gettin? control over people Warlord I konow you Warlord selling good and evil Warlord is on the top Warlord is the master No one
Well did you know the pen Is stronger than di knife And they can kill you once But they can't kill you twice Did you destruction of di flesh is not
the way of the human child Heading for the fork as you walk the path of life A spell cast from the hiding woods, don't you close your eyes The snake is
butter knifes Muthafucker I'ma show you who the gangsta All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta? When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for
gone forever have you ever loved me? never one day you'll hear the unspoken words i've sung for you i turned away you didn't know i lived for you, my
Cos you think I might be out I'm the one they talkin bout I'm the one who still got the clout Tryin to duck a G But you stuck with me Tryin to fuck with
You'll be the one thats lied to You'll be the one that dies You'll be the one thats lied to You'll be the one that dies In another life, you'll be the
glory in my charm, and my world under wave I could stay Or i could just kiss you x2 I used a golden pendant for light I took a small pocket swiss army knife
hole in your back A footstep behind you; he lunges prepared for attack Scream for mercy - he laughs as he's watching you bleed Killer behind you; his
inside you know you're riskin your neck How do you know they don't have a knife? But you have your gun, so then you take their life Now your pocket is
bore you with some flimsy kind of piece of rhymne So pull a cushion, sit back relax and listen To this introduction of me, myself and my mission My vision is to let you
, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel