Tekst :

With my back to the wall you ve somehow pinned me up against.
Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists.
And I m somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.
But there s no time for this.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.
But there s no time for this again.

So light it up and let it fly away.
A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames.

Put your back to them all, I swear they re not getting you there.
A blueprint for the outside, when it s cold out there.
It s not clear, but I refuse to breathe from these machines again.
You all depend on the filters that keep you away
From the pain when you cry, and the praises you sang.
It s not real so I refuse to breathe from these machines again.

So light it up and let it fly away.
A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames.
And I won t ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued.
And we re not yours, we ll be with you soon.

I hope we can be with you soon.

So light it up and let it fly away.
A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames.
And I won t ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued.
And we re not yours, we ll be with you soon.

And this routine feels like a knife, entering my back then down my spine.
I ve withstood the sting for long enough, and I m prepared to discard it.
So light it up and let it go away. So light it up and let it fly away.

Fly away.

If you want, I will be this country
When you thirst for escape
I will be this bridge which connects
Our lives which rock on a wire

I will be this tree which bends
So that to my branches you may cling
And this carpet of dead leaves
For...

The buttons on my phone are worn thin
I don t think that I knew the chaos I was getting in.
But I ve broken all my promises to you
I ve broken all my promises to you.

Why do you do this to me?
Why do you do this so easily?
You make it hard...

Pierwszy nie jak ten drugi chciał być lepszy
Niż większość mijanych na ulicy mord tutejszych
Jeden krzywy raczej, tamten trochę niekumaty
Całą resztę miał za nic, ciepła krew, nic na raty
No i studia wyższe drogie za namową taty
W końcu tata to sponsor -...

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It s the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., y know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y KNOW!
Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young Godstra

Spanish song

How ?bout we start all over
And change our lives for good
Can we make this last forever now
Well we ll make it I know we would
If I could only take back that day now
And wash all those feelings away
So...