woke up And everything was gone I turn the music on And I cry to the beat As I try not to remember all those damn good memories I cry to the beat And
You can all go fuck yourselves You can all go burn in hell But if there's anything you need at all I would help you out I'll be the one who cheers When
I was born high Thought I was out of reach I was barely nine When I felt the leash I saw all you people There under me They said, "We'll be back When
I'm not looking for answers, just something to relieve the intensity of change There's no space under the bed, it won't fit in a closet. Theres no
up And everything was gone I turn the music on And I cry to the beat As I try not to remember all those damn good memories I cry to the beat And
Traduzione: Le Corde. Cry To The Beat.
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is
It's a struggle, so Giz ain't givin in I'm dealing Monday and Tuesday but still he want to live again cry from flesh so it want recognition so I beat
runners You feel me? [Chorus: x2] [Jacka:] I, hit the block high [J. Stalin:] make the song cry [Jacka:] got the eyes of a snake [J. Stalin:] never blink never cry
With wing worms, both of her legs covered with ring burns She cleans up, but whoever heard of some clean germs I seen the, hurt in her mama's eyes, she tramatized Been beat
m the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry
: Young Noble] And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you And you ain't never had a nigga
s bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga Phil how real this is, the weed Smoke Fest '99 burn something to the beat *Tash in background
bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga Phil how real this is, the weed Smoke Fest '99 burn something to the beat [Tash in background
little snare is dope Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope To hang the piano keys when they hittin every note I'm what no beat's able
my pulse but I've got heart murmurs A shark circles our lifeboat till its fin folds The monster we created might choke in clothes I'm naked walking tight ropes
, you cry but no-one hears or cares And hope's the rope that keeps you tied in knots The torture never stops The torture never stops Your masters beat
