creates a play, persistent and keen, Where the night have opened its curtain Harmonic pictures on the sky's enormous screen With a contra positioned twin
Tu, tu, tu, tu... fisso una finestra chiusa chiedendomi come stai, se come me sei confusa e chissa ora che cosa fai! sai, siamo sotto il cielo della
Each is not my love, moan I for what I make up hundreds so I know how to make love There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved Started to see him
plush carpet like red blushes Door's open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves Curtains catch fire, the house melts My skin blisters and sticks together like twin
and cry It was his devil twin And at night she spoke to him Things heard only in hell But they were impossible to separate Chained together for life Finally the bell
name is Kim Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of Bim Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim I
christmas my darts relentless and we ain't tryin to be friends my gun attached to my hip like a siamese twin [Planetary] its the twin it go beat down
(feat. Ghostface Killah) [Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)] Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground? (Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH! [Styles
bout they poppin off and makin you bail shit We ride like Amtrak cross country You badder bitch? Then come in front and try to chump me Ah shit, ding, ding goes the bell
few ole buddies home? You're callin' from a barn? Get away from there! No, not you honey, I was talkin' to the baby. Wait a minute, honey, the door bell
in the streets My history is swell, motherfucker That's why I can talk this shit, for real This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know My name ring bells
and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze, laughter down on Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell
shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank - I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice - twin
Sparks from the back block player, where the grams get slung When the back drop, where niggas bells get run I've seen it all from the twin towers drop
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress
Well I got home and the door was locked, So I tried to ring the bell I found a little bitty note that she had wrote telling me to go to hell I crawled
few ole buddies home You're callin' from a barn get away from there No not you honey I was talkin' to the baby wait a minute honey the door bell Honey