torture But the pain that you feel is the dark The source of... The source of pain To the end of your life and forever more The source of... The source of pain
번역: Morgana Lefay의. 통증의 원인.
the bezel, this is the motherfucker I wanted I saw this shit, I saw it Twista had this shit on in The Source, I remember Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
A light through the wall A pure crystal ball A mystical call between us Like spirits at the source Within a silent driving force Love that reaches everywhere
' down on muscle games (C'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (Yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin' no more names You soon expire, no pain
layin' down on muscle games (C'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (Yeah) You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin' no more names You soon expire, no pain
your heart Oh Billy, there's sadness in your eyes 'Cause it's a sad world where there's no one Who can reach out to the source of your pain Yes, it's
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you? What happens when you become the main source of a pain
SOURCE: Chicago 1989 / Bottom Line New York 1989 TRANSCRIBED BY: Maarten van Egmond STATUS: finished, a few words may be wrong When I look at you, and
pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin' what y'all readin' in The Source is real
was false,now he lost,the streets cost (Chorus) (Verse 2) C-Murder Im havin visions of a nightmare,every suckas playin me close Im on the cover of the source
along the beach last night who do you think I spy? A girl with ebony fire eyes. Soft and low do she cry. Now what could be such a source of pain? I so
along the beach last night Who do you think I spy? A girl with ebony fire eyes Soft and low do she cry Now what could be such a source of pain? I so
sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin' So here it is, an invitation to an open book A painful
(Olivia Newton-John) See them play in the moonlight Watch them dance in the sun They're the children of freedom--everyone As they care for each other
to black [stem hope] you know with a lifestyle bigger than don knockers, with a left hand body guard like john rocker kill the cracka, you served pain