The glint of gold always pulls the eye. The years unfold as the days go by. I got the holes. You got the kisses. I drew the blood. And you sewed the stitches.
"Ah HEY, all--". "Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*. . [Evidence] (Iriscience). Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night. When we put down the mic.
Yeah.... No I won't call you master. Though to you I sold my. My microphone shines. I keep your children filled in. Colorful swirls are building. But not getting caught in a kind of killing.
Dilated Peoples. DJ Premier on the beat. DJ Babu on the cut. (You know the saga, who liver). (Sacrifice my light but I won't give in). (That's why I'm driven, blessed with the God given).
Little boys and little girls. Playing parts in little worlds. Little girls and little boys. Properties and little toys. . Inside the doll's house the game begins.
I fall into your trashbin once again. Same kind of story. I know what's happened every time before. Still I want more. . I wonder who and what I'm fighting for.
Who dug a hole in the world. Spilling the blood and consuming its essence?. Who dug a hole in the world?. Here comes the flood, and the end of existence.
[Verse 1]. Now come and kick it with the Twista. Black Caddy, Mack Daddy,. With a hoe up in the back seat. With the '97 pimp flow. Gotta feeling when you smocking.
Gloria a tí. Letra: Graziela Rincón Calcaño / Adolfo de Pool (música). . Coro. . Gloria a ti, Casta Señora. de mi pueblo bravo y fuerte. que en la vida y en la muerte.
Grün, grün, grün sind alle meine Kleide. Grün, grün, grün ist alles, was ich hab'. Darum lieb' ich alles, was so grün ist. Weil mein Schatz ein Jäger Jäger ist.
There are no excuses for what you've done. You played with me all along. There are no excuses for what you've done. You played with me all along. . Oh no, the hourglass overturned.
God Compare! God Compare!. When blood must flow, we're in the know with God compare!. Find out which gods selection offers the best protection. Should you sacrifice a man to the god of your clan.
Every day you see if you're a star like me. An endless line of people. Some love, some hate you. Some only try to make a fool out of you. . Chorus:. But every once in a while.
Once there was a young girl. she was a good time fun girl. she went thru her younger life a saint. By the time she was sixteen. she got into this new thing.
GLAD I'M OVER YOU REMIX LYRICS. BY : WADENA PYATT. . INTRO:. I'M TIRED OF GOING THROUGH IT, THROUGH IT. PLAYING ALL YOU GAMES. (TIRED). I'M TIRED OF GOING THROUGH IT, THROUGH THIS DRAMA EVERYDAY.