around all your lies All of your lies You just keep guessing This life's undressing But your hands keep slipping From around all your lies All of your lies Heaven can take your lies
Traduzione: The Damned. Heaven Can Take Your Lies.
m a take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver [Verse 7: Celph Titled] Ya better cross your T's Cause we'll dot your eyes You can say that you'
Respond, to your lies There's a war of culture attack of religion God himself, in the heaven that burns Last time you'll see your world See your children
through You can drag me to hell You can curse me with spells I'm damned, I'm damned Like an angel that fell My gift, my gift Sent from the heavens above
found to be unfit You cannot be believed and now the truth for all be told The veil of hypocrisy is taking out its toll Lie in your deception and before your
homie, named Dwayne Lost his house in the hurricane, then turned around and stole my chain That's a damn shame, can't escape the pain 21 can't cope mayn
locking Stephen King in his own ending! God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!!! Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics! All originale damn
lifetime is bigger than your petty grind in due time you'll see the jewel in this line my friend it takes time / they weave lies / it's the eyes that
can I teach my son to read and write, if there's no lights What does it take to get a piece, of the motherfucking American pie When white folks stab you in your
the price I know your secrets I know it all I know your secrets I see them hidden without light I am your sickness biting you right behind your lies Don
So watch my chest heave As this last breath leaves me I am trying to be What you're dying to see I feel like "F**k man, Can't take this, anymore, This
So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me I am trying to be what you're dying to see I feel like "Fuck man, can't take this, anymore, this
many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week,
t bring no glory Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high And you can't take 'em
can ride I'll pick you up about nine-ish Take you to the finest, masseuse And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles Get wild, I'll bet I leave your
s smokin? in this Who?s smoking in this revolution pow Your lack of observation Is the key on my lyrical invasion A shot to your blind spot Tunnel vision
thought id say this shit Baby I'm good You can keep ya puss I don't want no more bush No more war no more iraq no more white lies The president is black