be here 'til I'm gone; And it's still the perfect place, To rest a tired and weary face, And it's still the perfect place, To lose your soul with a trace
Перевод: Безумие. Идеальное место.
, but it's wack You must be on crack, you're buggin' 'cause your head is at A place where reality doesn't seep in Practice makes perfect then you might
until I tried COCOA PUFFS That chocolate tie got me willin to fly up in the sky But when I loose altitude that high Just makes me wanna come down and die Whos responcible for this madness
of all times Don't forget where you're from When your fortune is gone You wake up, lived a dream You're not invincible No way success is on place
art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and phallic The highways traffic added to Friday's madness
silence that the night divides The moon might be the perfect place for me to hide I can't stop my mind This time, my mind Can I make this madness go
nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread on your motherfuckin head! [Mad Skillz] Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
In a perfect world, in another time In a far off place, we wouldn't need to justify Everything we are and all that we believe We could finally be whoever
my world red Before too long my perfect night is over Damn the dawn tomorrow is calling again Before too long Enter the realms of madness Open the doors
feel Logical passion, pre-planned joy Controlled madness, the world is just a toy Concrete emotions, artificial tears Dog-faced devotion, one thousand years Perfuse perfection
an evil smile The innocence of madness seems to grow And now you stand and stare and wonder Can you believe in what you see Is there a place beyond
the plane leave the ground Makin' points with the stewardess high over long island sound She's also spending some time on the island Too much city madness
your mind But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind Oh, damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out But oops, your weave just fell out I am straight from the place
inside; he envelops her in his arms.) DEMILLE Well, well, well. NORMA Hello, Mr. DeMille. (A long embrace.) NORMA Last time I saw you was some place
Eternal life by mind transplantation Don't miss the chance The chance of rebirth Book your place on the wheel A perfect body chosen To host the aging
