Oh, love is a hand you hold. When you think you've lost your mind. It is bitter as persimmons. Yet sweet of rose on vine. . It's the thorns upon the vines.
I worked hard for that rose. You may have it when you go. 'Cause it's the dreaming it lends. It's worth holding here. . And when the outbound lane. Brings me trouble again.
[Intro]. Uhh, that's right. Uhh, know what it is. . [Verse 1]. I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers. You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters.
I have seen the wrath of the land.. Cause I am a real life wolf among the sheep.. I was a part of the wrath of the lamb.. So I am a part of the wolf..
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields. When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield. The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain.
Music, music, music. The blowin' of the wind. If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm. The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast. Your whole life is a beat.
Der Himmel wurde aufgerollt,. wie die Seite eines Buches.... Snden waren ungewollt,. im faulen Sndenpfuhl Fluches.... . Die... Knige der Welt,. verbargen sich in dunklen Grotten,.
Nothing that I've ever seen. Now means much of anything. In traveling through this part of you. And the Vietnam that I had dreamed. The place you wore your life fatigued.
{Aye man, I wonder what's gon' happen the minute my cash get dropped. You ever thought about that skinny? Nope?. Shit what about you scales man? I'm I'm unsure man.
Seit Zeiten schon schmerzt eine Wunde. die klaffend da das Leid genoss,. das sie erschuf seit jener Stunde. in der die schwarze Trne floss.. . Sie geifert um ihr eigen Willen.
We're living in a time of inconvenience. Compassion fails me with this meanness in the air. Our city streets are filled with violence. So we close our doors to the city.
Oh, the grace that true love holds. When hearts grow weary for time alone. You give it room and the warm to hold. And it'll always come home. . And true love is faithful all on it's own.
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man. Come out to the West Coast more often. Aw it sounds good, ooh. What was you talkin about. Yeah. . [Chorus:]. I got to leave here this mornin', ah.
Ich labe mein Auge an elfgrnen Hngen,. an Klippen die ragen aus tosendem Meer.. Seh' tausende Rsser zum Gipfel sich drngen,. voran eilt ein Schwarzes vor schneeweien Heer..
[Cars revving]. [Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]. (Yes) Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s. (Oh yes) It's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s.
We returned to that five room flat. Now it was empty and this the last time. There were blinking pictures. Of how we'd sit and chat. Some of them are scattered.
An steinern Resten alter G'muer,. ruh ich sanft mein Leben aus.. An schmalen Wolken brennt ein Feuer,. das zeugt vom sterbend Sonnenhaus.. . Ich blick' ins Land, seh's rot wie Feuer,.
This old town should've burned down in 1929. That's when we stood in line. Waiting for our soup. Swallowing our pride. . This old town should've burned down in 1931.
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live. Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live.
This heart was almost taken. This heart had a love of its own. This heart was reawakened. When you came along. This heart. . This heart was born feet running.