(Instrumental)
in smaller lengths of time paycheck to dollar night some say it's a black hole but this town is a place we call home some says it's a black hole
I'm all washed out by the side of the road. Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose. Saying "Baby honey child, I love you so long but you deserve
Samourai desu Black Samourai... Watashiwa Kokoudjine Samourai desu Watashiwa, Watashiwa Watashiwa Kokoudjine Samourai desu Preaching love Preaching love Preaching love to the sunrise Black Samourai... Black Samourai... Black Samourai... Black Samourai... Black
and Subroc for ninety tre crew massive deep Constipated monkeys deficating that old hard shit, and ya don't quit [Subroc] It sounded like a what? It sounded like a boulder It sounded
Cashmere and every little thing I wish the ones who loved me would never go away Would've had to have my company every single day But who do I believe in this world without sound
Die Welt ist umgekippt jeder Stein wurde verruckt Angst haben wir nicht noch nicht Was kommt ist unbekannt wir sind die letzten Meter gerannt es fehlt
I need somebody, I feel so lonely, Somebody to share my scarcity. All cut from the world, unrelated (Need somebody, somebody, need somebody) This time
my world To change my real world Surrounded by mistakes, I have no chance To change my world Black city Black city runs inside my veins Black city Black
a Saab with a black ragtop Come to find out Curt's workin' for the cops He told Stan there's a job that's open Makin' it all sound good, just hopin he
I'll never ask you to praise me like a statue Just dig into the music that I threw down And now you know who to call for a new sound Cause I sat back
rape you whole. And now the night is calling. Painting the sky above me black. And all the stars are falling. My loneliness is back. Take my hand, I'll keep you sound
a '94 misdemeanor (That's fucked up) They had my ass in the tank With nothin but motherfuckin time to sit and think (Why?) I had my shit in the first place A black
to the back like Bob Mikes Beach with V-Town, Sacks Sound Brown, VA and of course you got Oakland The murder capital Dog, pushin' one team Homicides we streach you in that black
(feat. Black Rob) [G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the fuck over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea
(feat. Black Rob, P-Diddy) [Black Rob] [Mumbling] [G-Dep] Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what
There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me. Once, silence meant lack of sound; Fall came once a year. I danced, redcheeked, each year's first