them Lying in the emptiness Of your regret What good is all you have? Did you lose yourself? What good is all you have? I am afraid I am afraid Of losing you
Lying in the emptiness Of your regret What good is all you have? Did you lose yourself? What good is all you have? I am afraid I am afraid Of losing you
Traduzione: La fotocamera non può mentire. Losing You.
Oh calamity! Oh the vanity! You can't ride a thunderbolt You can't claim an enemy See, there ain't nothing here Except a darkness I ain't gonna fail
who you've known longer I thought I'd grown stonger Than the average But this hatred seperation in this nation Put me in a situation I simply can't manage
was peace, said she happy to see me Said she wanna check her aunt in the valley of Simi Can't believe that she here, told I couldn't either Right hand
and in grave lay. St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid
can't believe he's gone I can't believe you're going I can't believe this family must die Angel helped us believe in love I can't believe you disagree I can
? M I A, could you stretch then bend? A T L, won't you stretch then bend? St. Louis, won't you stretch then bend? I guess you hear that I'm a live wire
creature with the crazed look in his eyes. Don't even question your senses, you can be sure that's me. When all the pretenders to your hand lie dead
, lies Time can't over feed the lies Don't you know you could lead this paradise Time can't over feed the lies Don't you know you can lead this paradise
you aina??t around I mean therea??s always some blame to put on yourself (yourselves) Instead of claimina?? that you couldna??t help and maybe next time you were (aina??t
rover the feelin' over From castilano to columbo, easy the genevezy Firm stay jigged in trash and pass, I swear You know the lose there, straight cop threes Can't
(*talking*) Dear Lord, this is your boy Bam Can't nobody do what you done done God One of the ghetto graduates, three men in here Ready to deliver, number
your fuckin' fate and in grave lay St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin' Oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it Break 'em, hey, or can't
creature with the crazed look in his eyes? don't even question your senses. you can be sure that's me. when all the pretenders to your hand lie dead
blue eyes, it's too fly No friends she attend like two [?] No lie, baby thinking 'bout my fo' five Cute face, but I don't chase the cho cha You digg?