The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the
the surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. my face was white, laying on the cold tile floor
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor
Traduzione: Bleeding Through. Turns Cold To The Touch.
and my niggaz [2Pac] As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed
ya day job I own spots while you won't even get to own a spot I'm unconcious sippin' on that sugary Saint I-des Your raps need that Midas touch while
to find out is to blow the fuck up I listened, put that thought under my wing and in my brainstem Now I think ink can bleed through paint pens Or spray
bleed for our sins and, in turn, bless the sheep that eat from our hands thoughts of immortal man Seeming like the blockates are too huge but when you touch
m a G And I just won't touch it, unless I own it Wish I could tell Steve, that I'm still on my grind For mine, so I'ma bleed the block if I want it [
touch feels Through its fall, through its fall. Too cold here Turn yourself bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside Too cold here Turn
should think of pulling his glock Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack Take the joint
I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube
I vanquish thy numb claws of purple Cold thorns are growing all around thine wretched countenance "May your senses sleep when I touch you" Who dared
Touch" (Nettwerk Records, W-30024, 1988) In the desert of my dreams I saw you there And I'm walking towards the water steaming body cold and bare But
