would take the world from you As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your raspirating God I hope the saying true And he broke
번역: 부러진 날개. 딥 식스.
Hard 3 Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA 'Cause my gun on standby like a flight delay Sprayin' water on all those whoever's hot Take they mic,
, the darkness is hungry, The deep is angry, and the telephone rings on A film screen descends, and the silent movies play Buster Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On
right now {*overlapped my Cormega's first line*} [Cormega] Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six
just going at the sluts Bitch we wanna fuck right now Cormega Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six
on the ice ran down through the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his
twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin
the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his icy patrol But deep inside,
in Die Hard 3 Now you wavin six flags like you at GA Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay Sprayin water on all those whoever's hot Take they mic
s twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I
twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had
Simon in Die Hard 3 Now you wavin six flags like you at GA Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay Sprayin water on all those whoever's hot Take they
Fall Reminds of a whole The muse that fell to the deep The muse is lying cursed The cold on her hands The dust on her wings A widow of her own old life