the words they disappeared, I can't imagine, I can't even try, The vision in my mind was never clear I thought I knew all the answers, But the words they disappeared
for all the things you'll never hear me say Oh, I know, I could never get that near What do you expect me to do, disappear? You and me, we're as free
where I call my home Four thick walls surrounding me I pay a heavy toll I'm pushing and pushing trying to claw my way back Wishing, wishing I could disappear
Traduzione: La Chiesa. Scomparire?.
Traduzione: J Church. Scomparire.
shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear
[Music: Z. Nilsson, D. Dlimi / Lyrics T. Dahlstrom] Kill, how many do I have to kill To get rid of them I see them telling lies In every church they
You pray to nothing A few hours in the church And you think that you have been saved The priest just thinks of you as Work All your sins won't disappear
church bells Bobby says the day is getting near Mary hears the doorbell ring, the blue lights are flashing At 2 am her dreams all disappear Mary's world
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon. I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear
in this place By the first church of the city I saw tears on the face The face of a visionary Though I will disappear To join the street parade Disappear
fat kitten Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah [Verse 1 - Pusha T] All I wanted growing up was remote controls Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control Got ghetto corners choking slow Grandmama go to church
Lotus I can make the clouds split Have the rain drops line dance with the moon dust a jig [Monoxide Child] With my Lotus I disappear in the action
(Bowie) I've never sailed on a sea I would not challenge a giant I could not take on the church Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose I know a
at the age of nine Now at twenty-one you're lower than low Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go My dividends and wares started to disappear Where it ended up
The streets dont look the same when your alone Like reaching out to feel That this is so surreal Your an empty church, your a mouth of smoke, you disappear
lover must have known Between the pity and advice... "There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone" Leave for me a message of hope Stalin Malone Now the church
