[Music: Sergey Dmitriev. Lyrics: Sergey Dmitriev] I've got the world from which I'll run The dream that burdened me is gone Tonight I gonna have to break
Traduzione: Mental Home. Colorato.
as a reminder [Chorus] Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul As well as the window to the world's soul Whether plain glass or stained
yall necks in half flex Know the mathmatic formulas of fury Hey lets go the path of the terror dome zone dwellar Never goin gold Nigga better phone home
of speech Y'all read 'em and weep The demons that keep you from the path just laugh That's my ink pads looks like Stained Glass A collage of art, that
MOMS for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed HOME
We see your kind many times (many times) Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap M.S. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack
in the abdomen Then opened up the back of his head, like a cabinet [Skarekrow:] My liquids drip through ya storm drains, stained window sills Black
man tells no lies Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul As well as the window to the world's soul Whether plain glass or stained glass
who hasn't been charged yet Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam their propellers On top see forfeit the death system failure Take these devils off, I witness Tom broke off Mentally
Big Daddy thing) Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain With nothin' to gain under the wrath of Kane 'Cause you can't maintain, I drained every brain To leave a stain
model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally
for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'cause niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed HOME
to throw down Images of war weapons, the psycho presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where you?re steppin' Deadly ground?s the home of all showdowns
that) You need to recognize 21 years of pure bullshit It makes me wanna bang my head on the walls And do some shit like all straight swarms in the malls Mentality
the ghettos Unlike all you phony imposters claimin to be at another level Like the Devil in my mental, feel your passion for disasters Fuckin up them happy homes
'all necks in half flex Know the mathematic formulas of fury Hey lets go the path of the terror dome zone dweller never goin' gold Nigga better phone home
moms for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda stayed home
