who are asleep March on, left to right to left again Our feet in sync to this rhythm Conducted by the hand of the saving One Report fall in line, big
Vertaling: Zeven plaatsen. Fall In Line.
up those who are asleep March on, left to right to left again Our feet in sync to this rhythym Conducted by the hand of the saving One Report, fall in line
outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose On ah, mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose Open and close just like a case Place to place
We can leave this place and run away Oh baby we can leave and run away Yes we can leave this place and run away We can leave this place and run away
intro] Ladies and gentlemen We are gathered here today To join I see it, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this right here Yeah, yeah One-two, one-two, in the place
They have never gave me any credit So I developed a homicide fetish, deal wit it mothafucka It's yo call It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall I
you haters wanna crowd my space Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face For they butterfly-stitch ya face If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
you're not coming back Spread your arms against the wall you're not to small That's all to call who's next in the line to fall This world is in motion
Mikel] There`s no place for us There`s no way to run We`are waiting for the future The curse will go on On the wings of the storm Cold rain`s falling
a paid off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin
start The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard Line by line
is just an illusion Fall to the back of the line, love will call you in time On a kaleidoscope of love People go 'round and 'round in circles Falling
mark get set your heat can ball first but he aint no threat and i can bet that on the past life your shit last place for the last time out of line out
to bed These are the days in between So I took a ride down to the end of the line For no good reason just looking for a place to hide So burnt out I
No conscience One Motive Cater to the hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacify this hungering So grow Libido throw Dominoes of indiscretions down Falling
for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma Kelly] So now you're an agent too? [Mama Morton] Until you install private line in
