refine My heart is not A cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need To prove myself to you There no such thing as hell But you can make it if you try
heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you There's no such thing as hell But you can make it if you try There
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is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you There's no such thing as hell But you can make it if you try There might
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, i saw her
pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion
Caesar, slowly conquering me We move like Buddhas, twisted in a silent scream Our souls explode and merge with the Shiva frequency The meat is sweet, is it love or is it
smoother than usual It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial Hype beats are kickin' and rippin', yo, with a funky touch It's done the ruthless way, some say, it
, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion
? Pesos, Francs, Yens Cowrie Shells, Dollar bills or is it the mind state that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion
