is hard to tell In beauty the evil is waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servents, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken
is hard to tell In beauty the evil waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servants, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken
Traduzione: Control Denied. Breaking The Broken.
know is we have calle control Trece razones to be a Sureno Our lives and quettes cursed, the Brownside brought it first Trece razones to be a Sureno I break
childrens And throw paper machet inside of ya models See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive Allergic to ya sperm broke hives Concerned about ya
is left to chance, How can I enhance? I?m afraid to dance. I must break this trance, ?Cause it?s deafening, So I?m breathing in. I?m breathing in. Breath to get control
do and wrote what you were told to write But K-Rino was broke form the mould of dolomite With no let go of my creative control in sight Shoutout to Savage
with your mother Break these mothafuckas off cause I?m the 25th caller I bust a left, a right, I?m really out of control You bitch ass nigga wit no ice
way, YEAH-AHHHH [Yungstar] I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower Break
around I shivered once, you broke into my soul The damage is done now I'm out of control How did you get to me? No one else on earth could ever hurt me Break
and then I feed Can't deny my blood lust need A son of a bitch, third generation Schooled in the art of human strangulation Only one thing will control
, the man too afraid To jump in, so you thought it should end Those pretty eyes never lie You say it's over, your eyes deny You're so in control, that
better way, better way, yeah I'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller I, 10 hauler, not a leader not follower Break
, better way, yeah ay I'm a baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond Rottweiler I-10 hauler, not a leader, not follower Break these
It's just decent to wait a while before you go and make a fool of me Break through with a crescent smile, got to plan ahead for broken teeth It's too
I Questioned myself why I admit it that you hurt me I lost the game Why was I not in control? I don't know, but that's the thing Somehow you broke through
control C-R-U-I-S-E control C-R-U-I-S-E control C-R-U-I-S-E control C-R-U-I-S-E control Can't nobody, can't nobody tell me nothin' When he comes into