hurry to contaminate what's clean Drawing whiskers in the sky for fun To cover up the sun As you sting me with your laughter Hide, hide, hide Hide, hide, hide
Käännös: K: n valinta. Piilota.
other For po po's who watch, can't stop, it's hot But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother Straight up hustler What's the mental frame of
it's right above my testicles Got you haggard M.C.'s runnin' hiding under vestibules Rhymes like everybody man they kinda like bisexuals Pop's is a carpenter mom's
that before, It's just the rich exploiting the poor. Well here's an honest confession, We think it's time they learnt a lesson. They've tried to hold
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
hide in the basement could study your whole life just trying to taste it we rat pack take over the stats and trophy talk trash and really got a choice
like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound When the moon come out, that's when the snakes come out The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought
these Hot Boys going take this shit far Leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car Mask and flames five year's on each [unverified] Like I'm hiding
(chorus) It's okay, we've all seen better days It's okay, you don't have to run and hide away It's okay It's okay, yeah we love you anyway For in those
wouldn't be friends. K,S: I'm gonna love you... ZANNA: I'm not gonna love him? M,R: What was that for? S,K: No reason. S/K/Z: And that's that.
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
, Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out, The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in
, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car mask and flames five year's on each ??? like I'm hiding
Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
like that before, It's just the rich exploiting the poor. Well here's an honest confession, We think it's time they learnt a lesson. They've tried to
Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out, The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in
