protector, Welling in his eyes. as he pictured marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final
A love to call my own. But I'm too weird and shy. I guess I'll die alone. Rob: Barry, you're late. Barry: Yeah, sorry, I stopped to get you this box
KARESSA You're on the air, I'm under ground Signal's fading, can't be found I finally open up For you I would do anything But you've turned off the
pokes at food too long And B can barely bother because all the food is wrong C likes only candy and chocolate by the box D is just disinterested in anything
as mountains live outside of rocks And time itself outside of clocks. We hope that life exists beyond our lonely bones in the pine box. From the bottom
the door Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything So, finally
that we couldn't sleep just staring at the clock. But when numbers seem to blur and the reflection is lost. Anything is love as you stare into your box
do. I can't breathe correctly and I can't sleep or anything and I can't think of anything I can't think of anything. Now every night is miserable. So
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand. Go home, into your blue jeans; Have some chicken an' some baked beans. Pick a back yard football team, Nothin' much of anything
hardly breathe. Blinded by the pretty lights That illuminate this august night. Feels like I've been taken For a long, long drive. [Pre-Chorus] Im not out to prove anything
fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that
, tears welling in his eyes. As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final
, tears welling in his eyes, As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal, Finally submitting to the final
sippin' huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard Yup yup five a bone When he passed him that styrofoam the easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before Finally
can change (hook) i came to a point where i can speak my mind and not feel, im livin in a box to keep the girl i am conceald and ooh i finally found
pokes at food too long And B can barely bother Because all the food is wrong C likes only candy And chocolate by the box D is just disinterested In anything
Tulkojums: Jebkas Box. Ending.
