But don't expect me to explain your indecisions Go talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for? You, you walk, you talk, you still function
Traduzione: Talking Heads. No Compassion.
even im with it, but there are limits Whatever happened to a conscious idea, emcees talk verbal diarheoua Caught up with gun talk and bling-bling Hip-
beating his kid, and she threw a shoe at his head. I think what he did was wrong, and I wouldn't have had a hard time feeling compassion for him." I had
lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer Preacher talking
if I choose, who's somebody might die and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk "Cos no matter
hurt the relationship What happened to those days when You used to be compassionate Caring what I thought and said So attentive gentleman Now it's hard to turn your head
no tortoise And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your
is probably that an all out nuclear war Would destroy all life on planet Earth. * We are not talking fantasy, Nor preaching doom. We are talking of an
I have a lack of shared thought, "Oh, so just let me go" You see this right here? " yea ,well I just don't know" I sit and think, you talk and write
by the WOOOORRRLLLD FAMOUS Wake-Up Show! [RZA] Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's get your lips stapled Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
amber, I think it might be time to pluck the stashe' Lily: and ambe is that a zit or are you getting another head! Miley and Lily: GROSS! [our handshake
is Filling my ears and getting more play than Clatterol (I got a sense of direction and a compass Drive past MC's with no compassion, though I heard the
m gunna talk with? I know my fam love me but emotionally I'm dead Girlfriend I know you love me but you can't help my head And I can't escape the nightmares
your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...." [1st Verse] Sittin in my class with my head on my desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck
[Violent J] Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less I'm staring at the freak that I know
