Woorden:
Low Places Sleeping In

Death is calling This plagues got me beat The streets are empty Paved with deceit Bright blue skies Fade to gloom A certain death I'll see you soon

? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Donald-D is in the place

on cliffs and cobbled streets they wind and drift and moods are made and set but shift this place where skies are low and birds are big We went to sleep

been peeped, dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place to sleep, a rent-a-car

' heat as I bring anger And release more danger from my chamber The evil in my blood is possessed So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through

Your world Swing low, swing low (He loves me) Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low (He loves me) Swing low, swing low (For the Bible tells me so) Swing low

that I'll be dead when you read this Tell them I couldn't take the pain of loneliness Of loneliness... Of loneliness... I am feeling low And I'm singing in my sleep

my hands Ode to sleep pillows and sheets The last place I'd expect us to meet I'll be back before you know So don't worry if you're running low The

?s time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz