place forever One more time around the world So I can see your face again One more time around the world Before I leave this place forever One more time around
Пераклад: Sense Field. One More Time Around.
iron cross still hanging from around her neck There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot Where's she held me in her arms one time and said
it with Petey cause I'm just another mother (sucker) Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo Pop time) In the mix, the dimension
cross still hanging down from around her neck There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said
think About your consequence, your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense
times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time
'Cuz we got more song Something you might like now all star bound, yeah You're so sound cool as the blue water all around From a force field flashing
in his mind Never more awakening, this time it's the end Defeated and forsaken, his peers would not let go The trial was an endless one, and death did
so I trust That everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt Do much work while other suckas need more time
kick it with Petey 'cuz I'm just another mother (Sucker) Blo pop time (It's blo pop time) It's blo pop time (It's blo pop time) In the mix, the dimension
the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason had the women been drawn in Where rows of dusty books lay in an ominous display But one
in time that baby was born The sun did now rise on a new Crimson dawn And the creature just bided its time undiscovered So safe in the cradling arms of
hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget
iron cross still hanging down from around her neck There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and
sense And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word up Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye Blaze 'em up one time for my
s losing, all of her conscience. To follow a dark path of blood wrath And all she wants is vengence. Her heart had turned to stone No more smiles, so more
fields To move around as their own Make a move, make it now We spent too long in one place but now we get out No commands without plays There's only so much time
