Текстове на песни:
Script Faith Hope

got some ways to go Of all of the things that she's ever said She goes and says something that just knocks me dead You won't find faith or hope down

frame Tainted gift, that fallen angel clipped, crippled and lame Limpin for sympathy, bitch-like, but his riddle's his name His fiddle dribbles out the brittlest twang, the vain cynical Derail the faith

a spot for a visual post Walking to the back seat as if the world is a coach Like the faith in the heart isn't as strong as before Scripted we know,

Chorus x2 Everytime i feel this shit, i'm motivated Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it

, I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin with the blue eye Fuckin with my 2-5 hope your fuckin ass like

I open my eyes. Why did you pick today? To epilate between your thighs... Are you waiting for his tongue to come? And brush against your cleaned trimmed hair? I hope

frame Tainted gift, that fallen angel clipped, crippled and lame Limpin for sympathy, bitch-like, but his riddle's his name His fiddle dribbles out the brittlest twang, the vain cynical Derail the faith

, I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin with the blue eye Fuckin with my 2-5 hope your fuckin ass like

were knew of you I'ma do-er What do you do play with Barbies? I'ma curer talk shit like a sewer crew [scratching] I hope my legendary style Or Rap