myself Sometimes I don't want to love cause I don't feel it for myself How can I improve on something I don't know, So come closer Come closer, come closer, come closer
I am, my own mind Head in peace, hard to find Secrecy in my mind Mysteries countless as the world outside So come closer, come closer, come closer Come closer, closer, closer, closer, closer
Sometimes I don't want to love cause I don't feel it for myself How can I improve on something I don't know, So come closer Come closer, come closer, come closer
Traduzione: Sick Of It All. Closer.
break out. I wont let it win I cant let it win. I wont let it win I cant let it win. Close my eyes and hope Hope it goes away Hope I'm safe inside for
the crack As the light gets brighter, so vivid, so clear If I could just touch it or pull it down, closer, As I try to grab it, it slips through my fingers
Med J Dilla Raw Shit Prolific Flow might blow, listen Get Zooted, banging that dope music My mind is set This year niggas better step it up I get the
the things she has to say all the time, I don't see how she can close her eyes, 'Cause it makes me sick to think of every cage and it makes me sick to
And after all this time it is still deadly hazardous And Bush isn't really being all that inaccurate When he says, we're winning the war 'cause it's
for the God, man, who gives us Life in Him, cause sin has men tripped up Now we open our lips up, can't close them when it's a Sick and global mix up,
wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it
Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on
hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed I'm sick of
, you know my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you
but it don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don'
mine This is the chapters So there it go man The before The after You know all in between Take out howeva positive you want but negative don?t But we had to give it
The more I shut it out the harder it comes back I'm sick and tired of always feeling under attack and I don't know about you but I don't care about
