brings me pain It's not as hard to bend in the end So let's do it again, do it again, do it again And this feels so new... These 4 walls are blistering
번역: 블랙 라이트는 번즈. 네 벽.
respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war
or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights
up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em
veins as i rush and slowly bleed this whore Its pure desire and it burns at me like fire Mercades and a murder spree is what it takes to get me higher [Chorus 4
rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams While mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust Scratched on foreheads of walls
black and white I try to scream but no sound escapes, migraines I shapeshift, I exist, she doesn't remain Her name's etched in the walls of my nightmares
4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, Black Tims, Lacross polo, Black peekhole, long nose 4-4. Ya never
missed you, Missed the fairy-tale adventures In this ever-spinning playground, We were young together. I'm coming out of make-up The lights already burning
male or female Who follow footsteps and correct Verse 4: I'm a shining star, beam of light from out far Hits like these would burn holes through our
baby's house I think their trying To kill 'em Long as I'm alive I'm alive illegal Let it burn wanna let it burn wanna let it burn Wanna wanna let it burn
in the rain to feel the part This maze I stand of concrete walls My way home (x4) Suspicious corpse without a face, the screen lights a hidden dim. This black
Creatively I have never been to this level First I'll put you in a sideways 8, then a pretzel Burn skin off face, burn face off skeletal plate Plasma
up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Verse Three: Black Rob Yo, You
one But the rumours of another man...oh watch my wheels turn heart yearn white line that never stops. Wheels turn road burn tacho turn like a clock Black
