Translation: Cemetery of Scream. Apocalyptic Visions (Part 3).
Translation: 3OH!3. Veils And Visions.
Sad Sad'n' sufferin' That's the reward for eternal life The red colour of a sunrise like blood Pulsatin' in my veins Shadows of the mother's tears The
na hey na na na hey hey na na na na na I see not vitals on your EKG Dead on the dance floor B.O.B Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out your speakers
Hey, na na na, hey, hey, na na na na, na I see not vitals on your E.K.G. Dead on the dance floor, we only Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out
Whoohoohoo yeah I heard you saying it wont' make a difference It's only you and it's just this once yeah It's only this time Don't you think that it
Ain't gon' let you go [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I know we could have had it all I wasn't ready to go steady no not at all Smoke and mirrors clouded my vision
I am a mountain , I am a tall tree, oh I am a swift wind sweepin' the country I am a river down in the valley, oh I am a vision and I can see clearly
, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit
Said you gunna remember my name My naaaaaaammmmmmeeeee VERSE 2: Listen Imagine a casket Imagine me in it Now take your time And try to picture this kind of vision
(gucci) I'm on my way to see my po I ain't talkin bout probation office talkin bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars (what the fuck that
Should I stay or should I go Is difficult to love ya, When you don't know what you want, And you're left with decisions while I got cloudy visions You
fire(your so fire) verse 2) in the middle of the night get so lonely nothing but these pillows and bed sheets i need you next to me I have visions
't read Morse code Why every rapper name BIG got body huh? But every rapper named Sean got money, ooooh Well I guess my chances are fifty, fifty But my vision
us, baby we were born to run yes, girl we were Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs
iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes an' Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision
investing all my energy Billionaire eventually, hustler of the century Source Cover, man of the year, envy me One for the money, two for the hoes Got 3
I think I might... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions
