Oversettelse: Soundtracks (andre spor) soundtrack. Crashing rundt deg [Machine Head].
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
[verse] Sweet caress Grazes my scam Its loveless These obsica Behind an angels the skies And it s a price It almost cut like a knife The reckoning
deejay blaze it make it burn Buuuuurrnnnnn!! [Kardinal] Yo! I represent my crew Some youths they love to talk until they blue My family will look out for each other
and dogs The sergeant major of the neighborhood is weighing up the cost The senior transit lane While we're standing in the rain Worried if our heads
of... uhm... three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum represent the sub-machine
chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know, I recommend you check And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
Summer after high school when we first met We make out in your Mustang to Radio head And on my 18th birthday we got that chain tattoos Used to steal your
, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin' lines Off each other
a lick, no doubt You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth Bitch, you need to stop and think You act like a dick is a slot machine Are you
can clench my fist right through it But I just wanna get off Rectilinear, the direction we've been heading Never realizing we are on a runaway machine
why he took the fall Others just ask who the hell is he And why should we care for him? A baggy man with baggy clothes A face made of paper mache He
a way inside your head And you feel a bit misled It's not that they don't care, yeah The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a barry manilow
Leave you on top of the water like a banana boat Yeah, I'm an animal, everybody's edible The Yelawolf is headed for your arm and hand And yo' head,
numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '94 still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against Tthe Machine
neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other [Chorus
the fuckin' lottery And a damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers When we rhyme with each other
