allemaal voor doe Hou me gewoon maar even vast Verder ben ik je niet tot last Hou me gewoon maar even vast Verse 2 Ach, weet je, er gebeurd zoveel en niet alles even
Translation: Just Fixed. Dawning Gloom.
Translation: Just Fixed. Scared For The Last Time.
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't Depend of how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
s blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked refused three to nine's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast
" 'Cause kid that's the essence, your physical presence embodies every lesson You can't run the Rolls Royce if the engine is busted. Can't even life
are men of nature We are made from the earth At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt Just sand, just rock Dry land, vast and silent Only being
style got too much cut, nigga what? Pick up your guns, now what the fuck I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough I'm even gon' be rich
nobody heard me I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask In and out fast, murderous, vast
Maybe its time for you trade in merch for a blue collar (man i aint workin' no job) 'cause even if you is hustlin' you gonna need a job on the
through it My music comes on and we march at the dance Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? Musical intention that we have is vast You sick, drink
There's no present there's no future I don't even know about the past It's all timeless and never ending To take it in it's all too vast It goes, forever
atmosphere was permeated With the healing melody of an invisible choir And I knew I had entered the domain of the living God My eyes beheld a vast concourse
What am I to you Tell me darling true To me you are the sea Vast as you can be And deep the shade of blue When you're feeling low To whom else do you
Albert, he goes west He crosses the vast indifferent deserts of Arizona, oh yeah He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch That involved a bottle of
also has what is known technically in music as a modal tune, which means -- for the benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this evening -- that
Lightning cracks across a vast horizon, reaching out its hands towards an unsuspecting shore. No light to guide. No ties, no ties to bind. Evening Tide
