Lyrics:
(helloween)
Kiske:
Well, japan. we've been there, I think, two times now, and it's always been
A great fun playing there. I like the venues. they are
more famous
Yeh this are the things that I remember happening
The highlights
According to my brain
Click start record
Alarm, it's 1:49 right now
Record
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's
or the teacher
It's not about a salary
It's all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule
And most are never understood
If you
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
24th.
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and then a no tomorrow
They got him buried by Pharaoh
I said that Pharaoh was a fagot
With no money to borrow
You're a maggot plus a bag it double bag it
dead
My mental health was on a thread
Depression filled up all my head
I wished the pain would finally end
Yes I'm weird, I'll admit it
Write sad lines,
PM it's getting late
When it's night hitting half past eight
So when my album comes checkmate
I've been treading water so long in the deep end
Swimming
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
I change, I tell her
"Yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same until the end of time"
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come
that?
Alright
Let's do it
Lemme hear y'all
R.O.C., we running this rap sh-
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap sh-
B. Sigel, we running this rap
singles
And I think 'Shout' was the
Most direct of all them"
Shout, shout, let it all out let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
Bullets spraying' down so fast and I'm waiting for a bitch to pull up on me so I can snap
Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars
the game better than he did
Though he made off with your best
It isn't over; this ain't the end
Just let me love you
That's all I want to do
I know you blame
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
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