If you want me to I will be your fairy princess Your dream of romance If you ask me then I can be your queen of darkness Take you below It don't matter
Don't want to hear It can only bring me pain Maybe, one day before I die I'll open that door Maybe, I'll cry, but for now I'll live in the dark
Now the water rises It takes you where it will You cannot choose direction Or control the motion And in the end you're thrown up On an island in the darkness
Traduzione: Tony Banks. In The Dark.
Traduzione: Tony Banks. Queen Of Darkness.
Traduzione: Tony Banks. Un'isola In The Darkness.
we run we'll succumb They're mad so don't you know they're scared of the dark so And the dark so rule the bank so So you know that they're mad so This
, never running, coming, I?m gunning for the love of money, rough, rugged and raw, fourth down, suggest you punt it, so I?m on it like Tony Montana
Verse 1: Natti] America loves Gottis, America loves bodies Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies While Eddie Nash constrols bankrolls in Wonderland Tony
Gone Shoot [Hook:] Im A East Atlanta Nigga You A East Atlanta Bitch 5 Fingers Wit Da Fuck You Nigga Zone 6 [x4] [Verse 3:] I Got Dem Bank Teller Hands
Lloyd Banks] I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D Dark
our way, you lay six feet In a grave underneath in a coffin [Tony Tone] It's that Hustla with Hustla'z poetically known as Tony Tone With them thugstas
makes attacks, break her backbreaker Jawbreaker, assign all keys, super sweet tooth Your lady blew her time with me in the vocal booth Empty the ATM, switch account to city bank Bank
good bitch I wish you would Keeping it all world ya'll keeping it all hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony
run we'll succumb They're mad so don't you know they're scared of the dark so And the dark so rule the bank so So you know that they're mad so This style
. Come around my way, you make sense feet'n ya in tha grave, underneath in tha car found It's tha hustla wit Hustlaz poetically known as Tony Ton, wit
in the evening sun Unspoken thoughts we share as one Golden light on distant mountains Slowly fades as surely as the light of dreams Don't think about tomorrow In the darkness
