Woorden:
No Turning Back Cold Hands

s all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands

of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got

't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand

beat back bullets You're full of it; you were just in his CD's Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties No peace treaties, he's turned

odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say, "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape

old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save. The sun turned cold over President

hand Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band With hair all down in his eyes And the microphone all covered with flies When he gets done playin', goes back

run up and the liquors gon' hit the freezer, grab a old gold like my 4-0, my flow so cold i gotta have some, turn the music back up to the maximum, niggas

mother fucking spot be hot Nigga wonder where I be 'Cause I'm always cold fresh out of the Penn Talking about holler at me I got everything from hand