At the still point, the still point At the still point of desire At the still point, the still point At the still point of desire At the still point, the still point At
Traduzione: Storia. At The Still Point.
complain But with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain But I'm so glad to be here And my music's still sincere Lets get back to the story All of this
point But up until the point you didnt call me When you said you would I finally figured out youre all the same Always coming up with some kind of story
was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night You can still hear the footsteps
shit Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit Goin' off on any bitch like that With a gat That's pointed at yo' dome! So give it up sucka I'm
He knew he didn't belong he could see it in her eyes So he fled in the alleyway like the homeless Cause at this point in time his life was hopeless Killing
morning when the storm broke our second anchor line. Four months at sea, four months of calm seas only to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point
gas to light up that ass And it's mandatory, too short for long conversation No pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story Makin' derogatory
a story to tell Howling at the moon at night His future's going up in flames Like the heart tattooed forever on his arm All messed up with no place to go Gonna point
damn old & outta control from smoking too much grass Bbut I got trouble in the myst, and all I got is Dragon fists Aiming at your brain, at point blank
I'm still standing tall! Surrounded by these loopholed walls Any minute I'll begin a ticking time bomb til I run Once we're gone, at the sight of the
go down What is going on here Will I ever know the truth How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy's youth Story after story of disaster
fell off, back on my feet now headed to the sky, can't even see down award shows, i poured my heart out and people still steady trynna point my flaws
whatcha get My realitites personal Many times rhymes forget Some ain't heavy like others But they still be my brothers And disgusted at the other folk laughin at
every story two stories more makes four new ones to chose Four sides four sides to every story four stories more makes eight new ones to chose Eight sides eight sides to every story eight stories
Ain't nobody help me the corner's gettin' hot as fuck I stopped shootin' dice in nine tray, there was no luck Drinkin' more and more smokin' dank gettin' fucked up Niggas still dyin' but still
in 911 love Gotta buy for some bud repercussion of a bloody blood they rather see me in a cell to see me make my mail and when his story he tell it's