Woorden:
Breathe Secret Machines

that is your favourite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath

entity Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me breathe, While I wore

along the washing machine Making some faces I made a scene No one around to see how green Run away, run away scream I saddle my thoughts for the big machine

've got money of your own The meeting place, the meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath

assholes, I kid you not So when that mixtape's done and that album drops Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it [Ryu:] You still breathing

puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret 'bout the

Don't you even fucking think it We're dead somehow But somehow we're still breathing The secret's out But it's too loud to think it Whatever drowns the counting machines

love about this city anymore The politics and the hired whore Now, save your breath Now, save your breath Did this to yourself You can't repair the punctured lung Secrets

Defeating, niggas like segal steven, Putting emcees in, positions to prevent them from breathing I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in By peeping your deepest secrets