Woorden:
The Matches Wake The Sun

wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up,

never dreamed They'd never wake again Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests Some wail at walls Flag on a match head God or the law

, uh, yo, you better slide or catch this homicide Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin' backs out the other side Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes

Could you wake me up when it's over? And maybe I'll sit this out, I think I know the score You read to me before, why wrap it up so precisely? I know

twist E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake

fast, when ya broke, but it seems like The minute you pay, the sun, never set I don't sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death So I wake up, my brother

Dare to incite yourself when you're your only foe You're carried away Nothing's real about your fame I can see you drown in your own wake So pale, so

You want one thing, me another, call me everything under the Sun. The sacrifice. (of all things heavenly, all things sweet, all things sugar, all things

third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte Tentacle dragger in disguise seeking the match