Текст песни Leftside Deafinit - Half Way Saint
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I need to get away from the drugs it's what i'm doin with the demons below it's what i'm keeping from the angels above it's nothing new it's what i reap and i sow i'm underneath a fitted case with a slug I'm one to use it as a reason to go I want it even if it's taking your love I'm pumping sewage in the streets of my soul enough pollution for the deepest of holes theres something rooted in the beast and it grows it's something evil and it stays in the blood i'm willing to change for the better though i said so that i am feeling the pain and the devil won't just let go of my hand i got scammed and i bit the apple hence now i'm going straight into battle till i'm tasting the gravel i'm afraid in a chapel cause i'm caged with the cattle by the snakes with the rattles and i'm impatient, i go to war with temptation a load a four fifth just pacing, cause there ain't no love for a half way saint and the fast lanes great but the train car smells ..but it's no fun in the path they take so these cats stay based in a place called hell uhhooh, no love for a half way saint uh-uh!, there's no love for a half way saint naa, there's no love for a half way saint so these cats stay based in a place called hell yea i gotta break a part from the strife if i'm gonna properly father a daughter or wanna make it far with a wife if my destiny's meant to be then it's fate and it's all precise but i'd cut to the chase if i could filet with a sharper knife settle a debt instead of trying to pay it off with the dice as opposed to poplin a klonopin and taken shots for night when you playing it smart it's nice but the wager is on your life and not a person is certain what the arrangements of cards is like with a poker face i go to the lowest of holes to sulk in place your motivation broken and taken revoked and thrown away confusion bright in the head but i'm dumb when it comes to solutions i'm bootin' when i write with a pencil i'm under the sudden influence abusing fight an incredible struggle nothing is proved and i'm losing the light at the end of the tunnel is just an illusion reducing in size with every step that i take so i'm aloof in the eyes and i'm steady questioning fate there's no love for a half way saint and the fast lanes great but it brakes hard shells ..but it's no fun in the path they take so these cats stay based in a place called hell yea, theres no love for a half way saint uh-uh, there's no love for a half way saint naa, there's no love for a half way saint so these cats stay based in a place called hell yea a place called hell's where the sunshine was but the rain drops fell and the buzzed guys drunk and the brain got swelled and you hunt down drugs for the same calm feeling you done got once!? you chase round tail and you can't cop gear and your son's got none if you ain't out here so you come by some when you make brown deals and it's one by one it's a fate a fear a half way saint never get no breaks and my trains thrown off and my pistol shakes though i'm praying so hard that my wrist bone aches always saying oh god what's a fix gone take? and this is no ones business but i'm fixing to go distance training in mud and rain but consisting of no persistence courages enough to change with no wisdom to know the difference remain in a bunch of pain so i live as a codependent, admit it no love for a half way saint and the fast lanes great but it brakes hard shells but it's no fun in the path they take so these cats stay based in a place called hell na, theres no love for a half way saint and the fast lanes great but the train car smells but it's no fun in the path they take so this cat stays based in a place called hell yea, there's no love for a half way saint uh-uh, there's no - love for a half way saint na, there's no love for a half way saint so these cats stay based in a place called hell..yea hell yea, hell yea, based in a place called hell yea based in a place called hell yea......hell yea |
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базирующийся в месте, называемом ад, да ...... ад да
