Must make distance fast Before that tender touch Makes my joints rust Adored soul please know That I have to break the mould I have to go alone Inside
译文: 必须. 休息.
You like your coffee black, your neighborhood white, your lights are out at nine o' clock at night. Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
free I need someone, we need someone Come back, Jimmy Dean All our loves are loved and lost Our hearts all hung with rust All the golden birds and lads all, must
face. Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs. Everything must
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain 'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere A train, off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs Everything, it must
G, the grand boogie, we make 'em bounce and such I was just a young boy when I learned the jungle touch Made a platina from rust, made a build-up in
lay off the blunts You must be smokin' something You think I ain't smokin' nothin, stay off my nuts Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust
steel grate, I tell you're quite well made I trust you're rush into an open blade of rust Hands to ribbons, is in a beat box of must Crimson wordplay
from the Funhouse Dusted, throwing bubbles on the wall We must remind you Where this rap come from Yes, my brother, my sister It's our duty, we must
we have only touched on the surface of the serpent Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk I must collect the samples from the rust Penetrate the
under the chimney Holdin' my sack like gimme gimme I know that he's comin', he's comin' He must lookin' up nothin' but rust, dust Turn on my TV the
under the chimney Holdin my sack like gimme gimme I know that he's commin he's commin he must lookin up nuthin but rust, dust. Turn on my tv the very
nice under pressure write a quick lecture Sean Paul nothin' but love soon as I met ya So let's do this and show 'em who the rudest You must be kiddin
, twenty bar rush The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes Quick to quake a label-mate The sound came outta rusted
