and I think I'm Judas Christ again She's got a feeling its a sound I'm faking I got a feeling each corner's an ending Each minute is a dollar you can
Oversettelse: Du Er jeg. Lyd som alltid.
be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fucking depressed I just
I'm a rhyme bomb Spray the whole audience with napalm Or something just as hot, I'll bust a rhyme, why not? Rap hittin' so hard,you'll think you shot I
Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun You ever see your partner die? No? Well I have You ever see your father die? No? Well I have You ever see your mother
able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel I mean it's part of our
stomach rise above my throat as i dialed there was a message from my mother from about 7am said I've forgotten what you sound like and I'm wondering how you've been i
I sound (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Instrumental Ii second attention (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Be gone you ever piercing Power
I love you like a raging storm And I miss you like I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me
I walk to the horizon And there I find another It all seems so surprising And then I find that I know Chorus: You go there you're gone forever I go
but all I hear are low sounds as pillow words are weaving and willow waves are leaving but should I be believing that I am only dreaming You go there you
turns white that's when I'll come home I am going out to see what I can sow And I don't know where I'll go And I don't know what I'll see But I'll try
shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (Stop you, stop you
-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds
) Will I ever, ever, ever, be free? (Came here to fuck with me tonight, shawty) I am as real as they come, as hard as they get They go to talkin' off
, beep, goes the sound of my cellular Here's the life of a hustler I am a hustler, I am gangster We nah informer I am a hustler, I am a gangster We nah
Chorus:] Beep beep there goes the sound of my cellar, here?s the life of a hustler. I am a hustler I am Gangster. I am a hustler, I am a gangster. We
