are down You've got to realise it turns around So just remember ... Chorus: Only half the story Is over if you go Only half the picture There's half
Oversettelse: Worlds Apart. Half The Story.
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
nigga and everybody know I hold it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves Half Christian half killa half man half
the house that Jack built I rose from the grave for the people that crack killed My name on my buckle when I'm wearin my black belt I gave you half the world
?s got stories gone about a love we once knew So high in the beginning until the world cuts through And then everything changes, nothing feels the same Piece by piece it falls apart
use force What makes this tale all the more gory Is that this song is based on a true story, tough love Rest in peace, what a fucked up world What a
I will look for you in stories of hurricans Westward leading, still proceeding To the world unseen I'm the mirror in the hall From your empty room I can hear it fall Now that we must live apart
't hurt at all you are half asleep you're half of a girl and half of a child maybe five feet deep you're as tall as the world up to your eyes
wonderland. don't make the mistake of pitching to me underhand. today I enter my late twenties officially, or react with water initially. I'm dead to the world
yo I'm just taking it in From the second story hotel window again The TV's on and my bags are packed But in this world everything can change just like
a dream, at worst an insulting privilege. What space is there for self-expression and personal development When over half the world's population is starving
our worlds collide (It's my world) I hope you know that one of us gon' die (It's my world) It won't be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, It's my world)
does And making it represent all of us So what do you know about the catty girls? The only thing you know is your rich boy world You're talking politics on your pedestal And you half
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
