Lyrics:
Soft little body
Swollen by the sun
Waiting for the break that he knows will never come
Four brittle limbs weak from under use
And a head full
thing but it just feels as if these
people don't really know what beauty is and by bandying it around so often
it starts to loose all meaning and worth.
shunning such theatrics
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics
So my genuine advances are met with rue scepticism
Throwing complements but she just
Had one lover all my life, he left me high and dry
And after I cried all my tears, I learned how to get by
Well there's been old friends to ease my
listen
He started going to school for lessons
Hanging with the wrong crowd left him an impression
What he went through filled a nigga with agression
Momma
dans la rue
Dans un piano-bar
Dans un ascenseur
Chantées par d'autres comme ça
On a l'impression qu'elles s'en vont
Parfois on les reconnait pas
We sit side by side
I wanna know what you feel like
Tell me what you feel like
You haven't left my mind
Trust me that I've tried and I've tried,
seul billet
Fuck, oh my god, god!
Is it really driven by the power of the unconscious human mind?
D'accord
Merde, j'ai raté le coche
Merde,
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down
Through the day
As if
tryna find some direction
Begging God for his blessings but I get the impression
I'm all alone in this life of sin
It's like I'm lost in a jungle in this
There's something strange about this babysitter
She called the blood bank and asked if they deliver
She walks by the mirror, but I don't see her
Trying to make an impression on the world
Like throwing rocks into the sea
Trying to bring to my surroundings a subtle piece of me
Every action we
My goal is to leave a lasting iconic impression
Controlling crowds like demonic possession and ain't no time to invest in
Biting the hand that
me laisses ton phone et puis ton Twitter
En espérant croiser mon toubib
J'ai pas l'impression que le temps m'échappe
L'heure tourne mais pas sur la
I was looking in the wrong direction
Last year's my toll
Last year's life
I was living by the false impression
Everyone will have their time
If
It's the time of the day when I lay down to rest
To impressions of the day digest
But thoughts of my existence emerge
Who am I and why am I?
My
their sleeves
They saw you in half
And then they turn to leave
Tricks of the trade
The ball games played
By the jugglers centre stage
Carefully
I've got the impression, and I'm not alone
That in you boys something's going afraid
I don't like a hand on my back from behind
But I'm not frightened
The optical nerve screened off since birth,
Alone where the proximity of darkness reposed
By undiscovered mysteries, as concealed in dirt
The curtains never fall they only rise
At the cosmic theater
Standing ovations came at the 15 billion-mark"
Blurs and vague impressions aside
From the beginning I was wishing that the first impression would last
But then you came to me with something that was nothing, and you kept coming
defending
Easy way to lose and let it go
Took a breath, but couldn't lose that impression
Apprehension sat in him to stay
"Master, leave me be, I'm
out to Federal Express
And Western Union for life without any stress
AZ by way of Concord, you knew that drop was in
All systems clear, Charlie
La semaine est longue
Oui le temps me manque
Je veux voir du monde
L'adrénaline monte
J'ai l'impression d'être le chaînon manquant
Il me faut
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