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Atmosphere The Ropes

Only difference is them bitches did it for kicks And we quick to say it's just a game that's dealt That gave you that rope so you can hang yourself It

Traducere: Atmosferă. Funii.

and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere

is not a stickup The reading's not exactly clear, it could be something atmospheric So we keep going-going Going up that slope leading to a volcano Lower the rope

and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere

the ways that had me caught up in a bind I was bound by the shackles that were tacklin' my hope I was livin' like a fool who'd been given much rope

Atmosphere is cold Tension cuts like a knife Hazed are the eyes Reflecting shadows of the past Nothing moves - They all just stare. Inner peace is gone

these calluses and really feel life again and that where my challenge is. I've been kickin and bitin for so long that when they throw me a rescue rope

atmosphere pressure see the insects swarming 90 degrees in winter time, global warming The asteroids keep falling from outer space Is it alien life forms trying to communicate? Better rope