Lyrics:
détesté la mode des slims, j'dédie
Mon texte au taulard qui cache leur phone quand les matons rappliquent
Ça m'rappel que cette vie n'est pas une scène
was mean but I'm changing my scene
And I'm doing the best that I can
I admit it's getting better
A little better all the time
Yes I admit it's
Rap City/MTV
All them things that momma and my sister want to see for me
Next scene performing at a club
For the label that he runs
We supposed to sign
get a cavity if you bitin it
Be'cause you know ill step on the scene
Burgundy soup like boss baked beans
The device stripes on just like Licorice
Recees
better genes and machines, so we can die looking like
We're teens, like snapshot scenes in smithereens...
Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting
the final hour called the Armageddon
Horror scenes you see around
Witness now the vast breakdown, Armageddon now
The world is dying, it was proclaimed
the ultimate shakedown
He ran away from the scene of the crime
He got away from everyone in his way
Gone and not a trace left behind
It's not fair to catch
You shall walk alone, stop seeing
Ghosts live on their own, give up believing
Man, you gotta rock the scene,
I can see it in your eyes that you
I just don't think you understand
This story needs a scene and end
But it?s hard to say goodbye
But at least we got to have this time
At least we got
the leaves in that stormy night you passed away
All my zest for life is gone
The scenes of yesterdays will never fade
Too many words are left unsaid
I'll
small faces unbound
Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living
one song too long and get
Their lines wrong.
As you watch the sun swing faster,
And you paint your scene in alabaster,
Now the ringing bells are
with you
When you look at me
With the cutest smile man can see your dignity
The show goes on, I am used to the scene
It's the same old song, love can be
this hallowed ground as beneath the
Grey clouds the forest was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation
And respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene
wasen't even on the scene"
But bullet shells left a trail from the M-16
[Chris Ward]
I'm one of the ones (that's me)
That's an usual suspect
A thug
mes vies me conviennent
Et même si tout m'a réussi
Rien n'effacera la scène
Des yeux bleus pleurant sous la pluie
Et je prends les jours comme ils
Taste of vengeance on my tongue
Break the silence I've become
Glamorous for everyone
On my scene
Can't denie that I deserve
Praise and glory
tried to stay but went away, what have we become?
I drove you miles
I drove you miles
Take a seat here by me, look, a movie's on
In this scene a man is
learnt my lesson
But not so easily, and I left my weapon at the scene
What you gonna do about it now?
'Cos too many people love you and you're never
Holdin' it for Screw makin' sure the rest of us step it like ya
Sometimes I feel I shoulda never got that call
And when I made it to the scene it's like my
More than seven years went by
Since you left the scene
Time enough to think about
What you've done to me
Yesterday I heard you're back
Back in town
boisterousness is sure to light up the darkest scene
You're stubborn as a mule, I'm caught up in the tide of your dreams
You make my emotions hit the high spot
t'imagine la scène?
Le baveux d'Malik était bof commis d'office
Lors du vérdict sa mère cria ils m'ont pris mon fils
Sept ans d'placard pour un acte qu'il
No fake or phoney
The false or the real life
This dream's what we slave for
The demons the angels
But it seems there's no halo
Scene is so
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