And you know, the hunger will unfold, it's our high, it's our mid, it's our low In the acoustic shadow, it's our high, it's our mid, it's our low And
Fordítás: Cloud Room. Az éhség.
nigga, HOT SHIT Yeah.. (oooh) Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+ Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the style I appear in clouds
a bind around you there's a cloud of gloom swallow the key, lock yourself in a room can't see outside of your Universe no more war, there won't be anymore hunger
cocaine powder Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud nine Nigga, don't trip if you ain
nothin' like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room
Sitting pretty on a Saturday afternoon There were clouds in my mind there were birds in my heart All of the pictures that hung in my room And all of the
Spent a lot of my time looking at blue The colour of my room and my mood Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth The sort of blue between clouds when
to this Oh ok All day every day Oh alright All night every night Who's cat 'n tongue gonna spew stale venom (uh) not mine I hung my hammock in the bed room
silver and gold. Kitchen smelled of kerosene. Celing hung down on ? veil? and rotted beams And the man, they said, his work could of hung in the room
down nigga, HOT SHIT Yeah (oooh) Messenger in the Metropolis+Apocalypse+ here and +Now+ Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the style I appear in clouds
'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down A two-lane highway winding past a desert town A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand The shifting clouds
way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room
It comes as no surprise Your face filled with lies Hovers all around me in this room Clouds hung with my dismay A hot bed where we lay Your every kiss
a bind Around you there's a cloud of gloom Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room Can't see outside of your Universe No more war, there won't be anymore hunger
fallen kings Their dark companions While the memory of their southern sky was clouded by A savage winter Every patron saint hung on the wall, shared the room
bind Around you there's a cloud of gloom Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room Can't see outside of your Universe No more war, there won't be anymore hunger
