But you never looked inside
Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn
His wonds are shining
I'll bet the sun and rain never touch your fa
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;
And the daughter won't give it back
Something inside has died and I can't hide
O my love I must be going
Each one could fall but for the rule
And check it out, ha.
Can't that wait till Monday?
I ain??Ôäót got a daughter.
stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and face,
Don't pass go(Repeats)
Foolish eagle never dove
We dont give a fuck(uh huh) gotta let a bitch be
So those who fake the funk don't get far, pah
I got an invitation,
'k heb m'n sleutels ook nog nooit zo sne
so the fire is almost out and there's nothing
It looks so...
Ik deel met haar een gevoel
When you make the bet you have to pay the debt
Uhn, she threw it at me like I was a short stop,
to begrudge me
i want to be eccentric in the
Floating in glass clouds
but yet not quite so sure
No flow sicker