Broken lady Tears run dry You lie there easy, growin' wise through it all Tearin' the soul They watched you fall Lady, just lately your song has grown
Translation: Sting. Broken Lady.
chest nigga speak your mind In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady That
The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady
classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady
paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane Broke his neck Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like
face up good and I broke everything in sight And as we coasted out on fumes in raised the light When you slipped your little hand in mine And it's them lady
t get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes 'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke
so the sybolism's yet to show. Is life so obscene that death's more serine? Or was an old auther trying to write his own closing scene? Nothin stings
Woman, madame of mystery Heavens angel, devils daughter Lady black widow strange and cruel, is it true? Do you still need hearts to bleed to be satisfied
mental patients dance Doin' six and seven, steps ladies yells dance Upside downside with walls flyin' through the [Incomprehensible] Mr. [Incomprehensible] with yellow bees they fly, sting
it raw now? Change it around It's war now, the final countdown commences The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature Pain stings
Ladies and gentlemen Gentlemen and ladies Adults teenagers adolescents and babies No if's and's but's or maybe's I want the whole world to rock today
poetic soul so the symbolism's yet to show Was life so obscene that death's more serene? Or was an old author tryin to write his own closing scene? Nothing stings
On a bus stop bench sat an ancient lady It was clear she was dead yeah we all could agree And that death had arrived quite unexpectedly Cause the poor
Woman - madame of mystery Heavens anger, devils daughter Lady - black widow strange and cruel Is it true? Do you still need hearts to bleed To be satisfied
that she wheeled, had keys with no locks, and guitars with no stings, and a puzzle that could never be finished, But this is my home, and these broken
