myself, How far will this go, Only they know, One more day from suicide, I don't buy this shit, These situations arise but it's ok, I see through jaded
Traducere: Open Hand. Ros.
to myself, How far will this go, Only they know, One more day from suicide, I don't buy this shit, These situations arise but it's ok, I see through jaded
dog I thought you might've choked up Respect and money Well, I can get you both of 'em I went inside, watchin' him break it down When he was finished, he handed
[Bun B] I'm sittin in my spaceship 2009 lexus I'm dippin through this gooniverse AKA that Texas I pop open my cargo hatch And let'em see the payload Me
can sleep with one eye open wide? Agonizing psychotic Solitary hours to decide Reaching for the light At the slightest noise from the floor Now your hands
the clock, c'mon This heart's a bomb and we're setting it off, alright They're handing me the numbers and figures, yeah Try and calculate the ways I've been jaded
NOTHING IN I GIVE AWAY MYSELF WITH THE SECRETS THAT I TELL YOU KNOW ME LIKE I KNOW YOU AND I KNOW YOU SO WELL.... (OPEN YOUR EYES) OPEN UP YOUR
leave without a fight Time will open doors for you Wishes spent make dreams come true I promise I'll be there, don't say goodbye Time will open doors
Yo, yo, yo, why you looking at me? Why you looking at me? Why you looking at me? Why you looking at me? Come on, tell 'em Jade People look at me wrong
, I wanna spread new wings Butterfly, open your mind, open your eyes Prepare your senses as the sound excels The next generation of angst unveiled And spreads like cancer through these jaded
s gonna be alright I'd give my life to only see you breathe again Hand in hand as we walk on the white sands To hear your voice rejoice as you rise
vultures Plus I's the guise of rowin a soul My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles Bezerk Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade
down? Like while I put my foot down stomp your city A-E-S-O-P scoping through the bur, opening minds behind the smirks [Verse Two] I've seen misery,
turns, He fills his hand to fill the void, And fuels the constant feeling, Of nothingness inside his soul. Feels like nothing ever did. Kills like nothing ever could. Dark and jaded
My legs are weary but I still walk My hands are sore and broken but I still clutch My heart is jaded but I still love My cup is empty but I still pour
who can sleep with one eye open wide? Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to decide Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor Palms of hands
