Lina - No more :(
Više ne očekujte pjesme...ili ih očekujte jako rijetko... :(
Love is the only thing worth dying for
That's what I have found
Exchange the lies with the truth
Not the other way around
But this is not the way of the world
It's not what I hear in your voice
So before my gift turns to my curse
I have to face that I have no choice
No more idealistic thoughts of the world
No more daydreams of glorious deeds
No more cravings for things beyond reach
I reluctantly acknowledge that this I need
It was the worst feeling in the world
To realize that I was all alone
The thing that frightened me the most
Is knowing your heart's of stone
I decide to give up my world
No more fantasies of any kind
This is what has to be done
If I am to save what's left of my mind
design: moi
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Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)
Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside
Your heart...
About me...
I've been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race
Before monkeys had YOU in traits
I mastered numerology
And big bang theology
Perform lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I can start blessing it
Chin checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist my chords like double helixes
and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this