No cure, no end in sight, no cure for poisoned minds No change, no change, after all this talk still living foul Ignorant, ignorant, you think we would
No cure, no end in sight. No cure for poisoned minds. No change, no change, after all this talk still living foul. Ignorant, Ignorant, you think we
Перевод: Sick Of It All. No Cure.
And cure my wounds And the light will blind you To truly see well You must have faith Oh the righteous they can't wait A saving grace That all we know
And you're tired of your Mum And you're tired of your Dad Got you jumping through hoops Got you shaving your legs Let it pass, let it pass, let it pass
follows me everywhere i go it takes over me (x2) I'm sick I've got an ill disposition my intentions are pure but there's a cure for my condition My
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?...... I was sick about awards Couldn't nobody cure me Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
the paper? Gotta get it, gotta have it once I got it, I'ma spend it He's back from doin any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday party
Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models, be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me and see where you
them cry their tears - alone Hey boy let me show you all the miracles Hey boy I just wanna get physical Hey boy let me show you all the miracles We do it all
it with the S.O.B.? Let's go! [Chorus: Ryu] Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...") Ya like it, say ("Well...") Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")
Yes terrorists trying to define what music be We are modern medicine men - cure all ills with ill beats But some people are making music sick And stealing all
it feels so good to know what I've got I found a remedy found me a fix for all these broken memories Something to cure the sick and suffering Cause
grill Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants 25 hundered get you style enhanced It's like... Saafir: This, mask right will lift your grill It'll
John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all
just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole -
