to give again, somethings going to give again I try to fight, but did you listen? Even though you're gone, I'm never finished I can never be your God
know? Something's gonna give again Something's gonna give again I tried to fight, but did you listen? Even after you're gone, I'm never finished I could never be your god
Traduzione: Stone Sour. Il tuo Dio.
give again, somethings going to give again I try to fight, but did you listen? Even though you're gone, I'm never finished I can never be your God
gonna give again - SOMETHING'S GONNA GIVE AGAIN I tried to fight, but did you listen? Even after you're gone, man, I'm finished I could never be your god
But we all don't know the horrors if your halo tips I be the matador making your pretty little heels click I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary
you ain't heard You can start me in the mornin with a bottle of 'birds Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise Up under your legs, in between your
the turn the watts up Listen to what I said CNN all day in your eyes and your head [Khujo] No longer can I ask when I'm in your presence Now it's hard
with? Freedom is a teardrop with legs like a centipede That walks out of God's eyes when I fight or sit and bleed I could sit stone-cold and panic in
When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet God Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog
part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs
muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black and gold stones
glad 'Cause I'm number one, original I know I'm bad All you puritans, fightin' me so hard Steal my rune and my sour and you think you're God But I no
from the bong with the April song With weed so strong, that knockout King Kong Hit it one good time... Your mind's gone Your eyes get red, and your
of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and
you ain't heard You can start me in the mornin' with a bottle of 'birds Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise Up under your legs, in between your
