Превод: Говор Дебелле. Говорна терапија.
You can catch him sittin knowing that he?s sinning But knowing sinning gon give him what he?s always missing He starts to bill a spliff and slowing
My quiet observations on the bus city people lost trust Maudleys out patients are shouting with the pavements They looking rough can?t get to grips
2 am in my hostel bed, my eyes them red, my belly aint fed, I got butter but I aint got bread and I?m smoking on my last cigarette. I aint got creds
Im slowly billing up a savings every day Although it?s hard to save when you getting low pay I stop shotting so my days are kinda quite I quite like
I watched you leave and it was hard to breath, My chest got tight like I got asthma and I don?t even smoke like that But how can I take you back when
OK, I can see you held it down and learnt patience, Cause some reasons are without their explanations, This is my song so let me explain the situation
gonna hurt her even though there trying And nobody?s gonna hurt you ever as long as this sun shines And hell would have to freeze over before I take that back This is my speech therapy
the site of full moons As is above so is below as I get the call I?m ready to go I pick up the phone and Let the lyrics be my speech therapy and let
This is for the tat on my wrist this is for the black of my fist This is for the s in my lisp this is for my beating heart in my chest on the life yes
in love if I believe enough than I can learn to trust And on the way there I let you beat it up Not speaking literally it?s just a matter of speech
I walk the night street with lost souls We converse in common codes So unload our desires and wishes Sparking spliffs is more than a stimulant its
Daddy I think I love you cause I hate you so much that I must love you I put mommy above you cause she played her position and loved me unconditionally
The screams from my alarm scares the sleep from me It?s my sleep thief it steals dreams from me It?s an invention invented with the intention of compelling
