And death lay in my arms As colors fade from gold to gray Gray now broken my foolishness displayed Hands tight around her throat, this violent loving
[solo: Martin] and death lay in my arms as colors fade from gold to gray gray now broken my foolishness displayed hands tight around her throat this
Vertaling: All That Remains. Dood en In My Arms.
: [solo: Martin] and death lay in my arms as colors fade from gold to gray gray now broken my foolishness displayed hands tight around her throat this
I mention you when I say my prayers I wrap you around all of my thoughts Boy you're my temporary high I wish that when I wake up you're there To wrap your arms
sinning but now I answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My
I mention you when I say my prayers I wrap you around all of my thoughts Boy you my temporary high I wish that when I wake up you?re there So wrap your arms
a shoe pump Fuck the real deal And fuck all the fakes Fuck all 52 states, oooh And fuck... (Buzz) Well, that sound means that your time is out Ladies
than ever before So came our time - the time that lasts forever and through the death we frolic endlessly Too many years of pain and sorrow I hope my
down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [chorus] [verse] I give my arms and my
Aiyo, what the fuck? Y'all thought this was a game? Y'all better "back the fuck up/bacdafucup" Onyx is coming through They the ones that started that
you when i say my prayers i wrap you around all of my thoughts boy you're my temporary high i wish that when i wake up you're there to wrap you're arms
Memories sharp as daggers Pierce into the flesh of today Suicide of love took away all that matters And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your
I am, thinking about death again Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin To let them know
shit my verbal lateral grip Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' 'em shit Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips And make you rappers