down Get down Every man has a place In his heart there's a space And the world can't erase his fantasies Take a ride in the sky On our ship, fantasize
Переклад: Чорний ящик. Фантазія.
get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues
done took blocks to war, took blocks ruval Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think the 33 and the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies
AWAY You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black box
the clocks Tree knocked over Inside an empty box And I don't live anywhere Black Angel Black Angel Black Angel Carry me down Black Angel Black Angel Black
clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey
cats bringin drama Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama It could be pitch black and I spot ya Boom! kick in your door like big poppa [vocal box]
do do Do do do, do do do When boys are just eleven They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasize
rend its knots apart So I may never sing of jeweled skies o'er my strings And love a wanton thing can plunge on burnt black wings To hang amid the thorns
took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and
a slave Beyond a box changed the whole game Get used to me now whats my name? (AAAAAAAAAAAALIIIIII!) Refused to lose talk too much to lose Can I box
I can't believe it's real (Oh My Goth!) I crawl in my black box to hide I welcome misery with pride take turns in whipping me, I bleed enjoy the fantasy
part of me I can't believe it's real I crawl in my black box to hide I welcome misery with pride Takes turns in whipping me I bleed Enjoy the fantasy
Turkish clove cigarettes In a black coffin lunch box She falls into the poster on her wall She has an ideal fantasy She's with Lestat meets Peter Murphy
Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack It's for the kids who have low self esteem They've got no concept of reality Living their lives inside a fantasy
Violent J:] You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black box
