Bodies, dead insect bodies. Let her (?) inside bodies hard to see. Bodies in the water, Bodies in the sea, We are all just insects you & me. Wash us
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: Bodies, dead insect bodies. Let her (?) inside bodies hard to see. Bodies in the water, Bodies in the sea, We are all just insects you & me. Wash
Drowned in flames is where I can be found, my nose broke from being smashed into the ground. What a waste, this place I call my home. Escape this place
wanted to break your heart [Chorus:] Joyous thinking Footsteps to leave here But when heart stops bleeding Then will be...your spirit unseen, body unknown
Il n'est pas de hasard, il est des rendez-vous, pas de coincidence Aller vers son destin, l'amour au creux des mains, la demarche paisible
making love. Behind the scenes everything's real. Opportunity to a never know level. Lust immortal, pain eternal. Revolution, symphony of pleasure. Open up your naked body
God, will we last tonight?) From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's I can't believe the s**t they tellin me They open fire, three bodies
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die,[until the day I die], I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
How old are you nigga? [RahRah] I'm eleven [Tupac] Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies
people that will lead Keep your eyes open now, can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery
that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A
for yoouuu As i lay you down gently oohhh ya bodies callin me (sexual healing) When I rub you with this lotion ya legs begin to open And I catch this
got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open
in trauma BOY! You're not really, really ready (ready) My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin You're not really, really ready (ready) Them shells start poppin and bodies
'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open
pounding Sets a frenzied pace Now the wall gets stronger Bodies hitting hard Air is thick and heavy No room left to breathe Now you feel the tension Eyes are open
