Texty:
Analistik

Why, why she hoein' man? Why's she hoein', you ain't knowin'? Oh, you know why Why is she prostitutin' her body, bitch Analyze the game and tell me why

Straight forward on the path of life Who makes you choose that way Is it a crime to give it all up To leave it all behind? Oh, this is all so crystal

potential profit in every step made gentle transformation into the state of motion out of emotion mass destruction round the axis of rotation quiet

Take the trail to the graveyard for the night Tick tick time's never on your side On the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming down Keep your eyes

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences

A self-fulfilling prophecy Of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences

Zero's coming Guess who's hiding from programs set to year? It's some coding veterans Brokers, priests, and analysts Systems of transporting could stutter

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences

tutti che van via con le stesse mamme, gli stessi papa. Comoda l?analisi e poi ti personalizza, si. E anch?io ci vado dall?analista, con un po? di sospetto