you're waiting for Just take it easy on yourself Forget all the stupid things we say I know you beat up on yourself I know, I know it's in your blood
be what you're waiting for Just take it easy on yourself Forget all the stupid things we say I know you beat up on yourself I know it's in your blood
翻訳: 放棄されたプール. 血.
Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers. Codeine eyes swollen like hives and stingers. This is our first caress and I must confess you
Nails hammered through His hands and feet Blood spraying from His veins and His body's weak Nails hammered through His hands and feet Blood spraying from
, to survive, to prosper, to rise To fly, to fly I wish today it will rain all day Maybe that will kinda make the pain go away Trying to forgive you for abandoning
On a mountain of black ice Like a good old fashioned beating within Inches of your life CHORUS 1: While alone and left abandoned With the sentence you
I to do if I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you pardon Dude, but I gotta speak candidly How the FUCK!!! could you abandon me with 5 years of blood
the new blood Motivation, undying allegiance Striving through the hardships and affliction Every drop of blood, every bitter tear Every bead of sweat, I live for this Every drop of blood
Sweet Disposition Never to soon Ohh wreck less abandon Like no ones Watching you A moment, a love, a dream, aloud A kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs
Blue Sea Aim lock on, Goldeneye War in the snow storm, with double, oh on U.K. blow your horns Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn Doc did it off
change the world" Thirty-three years later when the Son was in his grave Broken and abandoned by a world He came to save His real Dad said, "He's mine, blood of my blood
never lackin' dat finesse Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause blood still flows in the
the islands genes? When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned
Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Blood
that we keep in bondage Mothers weapin? from they projects First it be that soul, send to haunt the empty halls Memories painted on the wall Like The Lamb's Blood
the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome My Pops left me in a foster home I felt abandoned