Things are shaping up to be pretty odd Little deaths in musical beds So it seems I'm someone I've never met You will only hear these elegant crimes Fall
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I?m someone I?ve never met. You will only hear these elegant crimes
翻訳: パニック!アットザディスコ. それはグリーンジェントルマン.
翻訳: パニック!アットザディスコ. そのグリーンジェントルマン(のことが変更).
: Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I?m someone I?ve never met. You will only hear these elegant crimes
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd Little deaths in musical beds So it seems I'm someone I've never met You will only hear these elegant crimes
and bonds And the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry That keeps you ever gentle on
down The mother of dreams as real as anything So here is my demand, a possibility Some will fall and some will get it all There is a thinner line between the rise and fall Between the gentle
mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh) Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen Iight dam be easy I'm a get back Gentleman
all that you have You will find it flooding right back Someday Hearts will be chosen Somehow, someday Hearts will be chosen O'er the green mountains and o'er the green
the same ol' que step I had my money on my mind I was thinkin green She a pledge, AKA she was pink and green I wanna good girl, she want a gentleman We
the setting sun You lie in twilight sleep Dreaming colors deep Today all life is gone Look at the golden chalice Plight broken on the ground Green fire
gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop Can I get a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? I'm the gentleman
is Still in the hood, still tryin' to learn the biz Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his voice I'm lovin' his shit but the hood thought it was moist Styles P dropped gangsta and a gentleman
it for a beginner But yes my seasons still change and it is almost winter And it give it to you at God-speed but yet it's gentle And when I rhyme I make