everything okay 'Cause I'm not like the rest, indecision with the best Thoughts for my full court press Because they hated How's it go? Hah, yo faded I?m kinda faded
Tulkojums: Soul Lēmums. Izbalējis (Extended Version).
Tulkojums: Soul Lēmums. Izbalējis.
I'm, not like the rest Indecision with the best Thrust with my full court press Just because they hated How's it go? Ha, I'm faded [Repeat 1 till fade
to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you, the past does have its say You're all but forgotten, a mote in my heart Decisions have
All in all we're fading Like a soul lost in the wilderness We're cold and we're cut off from it Not knowing where it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem
decision no aircondition the heat in harlem is the heat of the soul The heat of the soul the heat of the soul the heat of the soul the heat of the soul
-decisions Time is fading One day the earth And sky will burn And all that we'll be left with Is the truth of God And the souls of man From the beginning
had the cream All you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at Gaseen's And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and haste Cause soul food ain't the
to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you The past does have its say You're all but forgotten A mote in my heart Decisions have
me is it a stairway to heaven I can't afford? Racin' in this race you might have a crash collision While your babies find their way to make their own decisions
heart love killed And I awaited in the shadows, awake in the dark Hoping to talk to the passed on, I'm falling apart I'm such a mess and decisive, I'm fading
[Lyrics by RMS Hreidmarr] Blessed be my own decision This body must burn upon the Altar of Holocausts Murder her when you make love Like millions of
get a chance to reevaluate? Can not bear to live with choices I made Gonna make a change Feel a change in my soul today Gonna let the past fade away Won
to rub records from rap and kick facts To tracks and stack, one whole decade Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades Fact of the matter my style will never fade
She can't stand to feel Like half of her is fading He will choose the only way To rid her of her pain Take her soul now The decision has been made
and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul
