It seems so slow to me Watching them drop like fleas Got to run, got to get over this I've faced my death, I've drowned in piss Is it okay if I invade
Oversettelse: Days Of The New. Klamrer.
It seems so slow to me Watching them drop like fleas Got to run Got to get over this I've faced my death I've drowned in piss Is it okay if I invade
me? Brand new Duro Would ya hate me? I know ya love me Feel this yo See me comin' through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging
for normalcy Cling close to the legacy of loss and shards of life, of life We see a new war in the offing as we're challenged by a new plight It's media
my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass Fallin' fast in this savage land Haulin' ass, days of thunder It's road rad, your days are numbered
He still lives with his family Even the war and the navy Couldn't bring him to maturity He keeps referring back to school days and clinging to his child
'm done fellin' hopeless no I'm not going there I'm greeting each morning with a smile and a prayer A new day has begun ... A new day has begun ... A new
I can hold my breath for a minute or so Five days without food is as long as I'll go I didn't sleep once for four days and three nights I once didn't
of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little
lose is yourself III. Nocturne I'm brought to life with a series of shocks I realise that you are gone from my life And still I cling to the fear of
armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues Dense, spreads like new names at the writers
lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling
I try an' memorize the many faces that you make Believing in my heart That I will get to spend my days Loving you and all And all the simple things that you do You cling
bad Ya know the movement seems to soothe me And the tempo takes control And I lose my blues When the New York City rhythm fills my soul It's the New York
boy He still lives with his family Even the war and the navy couldn't bring him to maturity He keeps referring back to school days And clinging to his
or cling on the stuff Bring it on star, watch By the end of the hours of the clock I'll end your days, you'll think I'm crazed When I'll give you the
brand new timbs, so emcees sing new hymns You betta repent, come correct, represent Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back I got you open, and now you cling
