do trust for he is my God my anti Jesus he is my saviour my salvation he leeds me into temptation in my highest hour my lowest moment he is my torture he is my
, he do I trust For he is my god, my anti-Jesus He is my savior, my salvation He leads me into temptation In my highest hour, my lowest moment He is my torture, he is my
Traduzione: My Ruin. Close Your Eyes.
is all that keeps me from collapsing To the floor beneath your presence I only wish I could make a worthy doormat Just let it go, let it be Close your eyes
long time for this life Just to ruin it, so please don't ruin this for me Yes to understand this lie Hell I crossed those t's I scratched out all these eyes
I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive But if not We'll keep the mic warm For the next one Respect the artform And make your wishes on
scripts, can't even hold your shit liquids fresh enough to make a dope feind close the vien tear my shirt off, just to expose my chain you know my name
Me and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too [Juicy J] This goes out to all my niggas Flippin cheese and countin figures Put your
and my down south niggas rule Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too [Juicy J] This goes out to all my niggas Flippin cheese and countin figures Put your
change the time and bring you your true soul But I see your eyes, there's so much emptiness Throglor is your biggest ruin, and now you play your role
from icy rings to drop tops and now I'm on top But to look back on my reality happy I stopped Letting niggas ruin my world impressed by niggas trying
was once alive in the deserts eyes on the day it wed the sea. I drew a chalk outline around your city. Hushed the sobs in your halls. But we both know
my hands to feel the wind, in silent steps we bleed I promise, Set my heart to feel accomplished, set my eyes to see me squirm, set my mouth to Kill
me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me In a spiked ruin an
wanna stress her Cause it just might ruin it [Chorus:] .. picture Taking .. figures Getting not in just my imagination So close to graduation And when you .. to all the things closing
I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us And she beat us
I'll smoke you in arabic [Hook] so when you see me, get your hands up raise 'em high (sung) and I don't wanna have to fuck your mans up he will die (
