Слова:
Split Fifty

So long every man, the light burns the world again All is lost in space, no one has a place If you knew that it would end If they knew that it would

They left him there alone To play all by himself He found some guns and cigarettes They kept up the on the shelf The gun is for the flame The smoke

I just lit a match and I held it up to a candle, I just lit a match and I burned myself out. What's in her name, tell me what does her name mean.

Sweet dream are always made of this They're wrapped up in a youthful wish From the man who sings anthem to the sky Theres a tower somewhere on the moon

These are the weak These are the strong Some need some help to get along These are the ones that run and hide These are the ones that get denied Alright

American economy kind of like American dreams We see with American eyes, we hear American lies For all the stars and stripes,for all the patriot lies

Rip me down and take the sweat from my back Listen to me The candy train is leaving town The wax museum is melting down I don't care what you've been

fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with the laser Come and get your shit splitted

been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through Now I'm on Ruff Ryder, Interscope Same shit partnership, joint venture fifty, fifty, same split