you let them fool you, see the signs of time Between the lines Nothing's like it seems, so read between the lines Between the lines Between the lines Between the lines Between the lines
rule our minds Between the lines Don't you let them fool ya, see the signs of time Between the lines Nothing' like it seems, so read between the lines Between the lines
Bản dịch: Rage. Between The Lines.
our minds Between the lines Don't you let them fool ya, see the signs of time Between the lines Nothing' like it seems, so read between the lines Between the lines
You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic words The echo and the call were never heard PRECHORUS: And the lines
Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf That's when I start my rage, and attack from the neck up Catch
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line Barefoot girl, sitting on the
our sins (In between the lines) In between the lines In between the lines, outside of the law Underneath the veil In between the lines, outside of the
I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for
(L.Nyro) I was born from love And my poor mother worked the mines I was raised on the Good Book Jesus Till I read between the lines Now I don't believe
know Cause I saw the blade Between the light and shade Between the night and day Between my life and death I only feel the blade Between dusk and day
no Deceiver Hate is what you sow between all men Kill - you made them acquiesce to death You earn well when other men die Deceiver Fool, stay blind, get in line
yet I am strong In between, in between I am my alter ego, I am subconsciously In depth but also shallow or somewhere in between Oh! I know, I am always first in line
down, I'm gon' stay strong You gave me your word, so I ain't gonna do you wrong There be days when you call him on stage Text messaging, all in a rage
I think you're fine 'Cause you can mix a margarita From a bottle of turpentine Just between noon and midnight That's when the battle rages on Mama,
personal note and displayed your cover photograph In your full length sable coat, but the words underneath the picture Were what mattered most to me There was something in between the lines
a century without saying thank you or please and the shock was subsonic and the smoke was deafening between the setup and the punch line 'cause
