hand reminds her of the wine The sour tasting blood of Christ What's going on? What's going on behind these walls.... What's going on? Behind these walls
Превод: To Die For. Зад тези стени.
reminds her of the wine The sour tasting blood of Christ What's going on? What's going on behind these walls.... What's going on? Behind these walls....
and how cold And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream fuck 'em all Man, it feels like these walls
's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble, if I should fall Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls
cooler Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck
Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas Dog I heard these niggas is for real Dog. That's my man and them But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be
Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on 'em, fuck these niggas Hey yo, I bumped into these
'm not all me, so please excuse me While I tend to how I feel But now the dreams and waking screams That ever last the night So build a wall, behind
been changing faces You can not fill these shoes There is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches You run around defenseless There is too much to lose You cannot fill these
Wayne, these niggas out they mind I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on
Cinema Cinema purchase album CINEMA is the bands first studio release since 2007. The album is due for release June 25 in Australia, June 29 in Canada
1) From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kickin like they six months pregnant Drinking Alaze with our cereal for breakfast
'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad, wishin' on a visit God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers
them killer plants, the lil tune shop of horror(?) and we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara? man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these
was going swell And everything was just peachy! Except of course for the undeniable fact That every single morning My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of Sauer kraut for
' to kill me for a ho I didn't know/ Was so scandolous is this my fault for gamblin? Temptation got my back against the wall, my God/ So I'm swingin'
