As pilgrims here - we sometimes journey To who know what - to who know what? Come and sing this simple story That god forgot - that life forgot Don't
Something got hold of me Oh, eys it did! I said Something got hold of me It ratttled around my head... I went to a meeting last night But, my heart wasn
this bondage it has no charms silence and evil weigh down my arms we know our god by the things he creates life, beauty, but most of all hate tell me
wasted, glorious dead it has to come all the dead are lost you, me, everyone our feelings, thoughts ghosts couldn't see we closed the doors on eternity
Through the winter's woods To the giddy edge of light We shut the door on pain Those tales are dead - dead forever A wind must agree To blow us on course
Превод: Смрт у јуну. Хајде да разговарамо о томе.
Превод: Смрт у јуну. Ментална издржљивост.
Превод: Смрт у јуну. Јесмо Пожуда.
like the first man ever touched space Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me And just for
veggies and get my lettuce straight It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake Dahlmer Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death
ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate Written at the entrance violate A straight death sentence to
] [Styles] Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead Run around hustlin, scared of the feds They said death is eternal sleep but the only thing is
, my world, my life, my life Is a blunt to the head, prayer for the dead Run around hustlin', scared of the feds They said death is eternal sleep but
the Lord my soul will keep Life is a dream no need to weep God's gonna wake us up from sleep Every night we die, we practice for death Every time we
like elastic So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke Hit the motherfucka till I choke I brag and I boast about nothin Death, dying, and
balloon In the pie, y'all from whom to buy, y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac y'all soon to die 'cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit
see a little u in my dad true story dat could change da world i don't need a deal i have much respect for any game june 10
with me I told him no way baby that's your own death you see Too cool to be forgotten Hey hey too cool to be forgotten June bug vs. hurricane June bug
