Texty:
Death Jealousy

is a place no one will be able to touch Containing thoughts that cannot be taken away or replaced You want what is not yours, jealousy You want what you cannot have, jealousy

Preklad: Death Cab for Cutie. Žiarlivosť idú so mnou.

: What do you want from me, what is it you expect I have spoken my mind from deep inside my soul Behind the eyes is a place on one will be able to touch

it ain't no time to start You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steelo Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta

y'all niggas better try to grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then they get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death. We never

ironic How I would get the cash, I become so iconable Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel I live the life that's filled with the jealousy

they kept goin' Catchin' dealers comin' out they cars, will they survive? Two semi automatic nines, them niggaz died Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate To death

loved rap At a point in my sons life he developed paranoia About death and about the dying We are living in a world of imperfect human beings Where greed, jealousy

back twice and still in crack Stare death in the eyes and never blink Headshots rip through my mink Went to war wit the realist killas Killed friends over jealousy