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• Artiste: Triple One
• Titre: Gunshow
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The mind is the king of the senses And the breath is the king of the mind You best hope they pile all the steel from the free world on my grave And put bolts in my stomach 'cause when I go to hell, no, I won't behave You best hope that they pile the steel from the free world on my grave And put bolts in my stomach 'cause when I go to hell, no, I won't behave Ooh, and it's not just what ain't safe Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake? Uh, it's nothing, nothing I ever could want And it's nothing, nothing It's a wave But it's plain to see, there's something in the air It's a wave But it's plain to see, there's something in the air Far away I see you slipping over, closer to the edge It's a wave But it's plain to see, there's something in the air Yeah, check the sound, turn it up on your telly We rocking every single station, blowing up the celly Rub on your nipples and blow it, wet your fucking whistle Big liquor flowing off the top floor, it's not a little I'm telling war stories, go overhead, they laugh and giggle And they don't drop a loaf on anyone unless it's Triple One, belittling all my sons, they dribbling off their tongues Glizzlin', fiddlin', nibblin' these nuts Ooh, and it's not just what ain't safe Ooh, won't you burn me at the stake? Uh, it's nothing, nothing I ever could want And it's nothing, nothing Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world Petrified lover, do the most in this world I could try and I'll fail But I won't give in 'til dead or in a cell, like Yeah, I'm a ghost in this world Petrified lover, do the most in this world, ah I could try but I'll fail I won't give in 'til dead or in a cell, God It's a wave But it's plain to see, there's something in the air It's a wave But it's plain to see, there's something in the air Far away I see you slipping over, closer to the edge It's a wave But it's plain to see, there's something in the air When you observe yourself within, you see a world of images, generally known as fantasies