Besedila:
From Our Hands The Devil

of control- Full of feelings I can't define ! [Hyde] It's a sin with no name- [Lucy] Like a hand in a flame- [Hyde] And our senses proclaim [

free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a

falls splash in your heart Ran like sadness down the window into your room The space between our wicked lies Is where we hope to keep safe from pain Take my hand

but I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil I don't fear

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin

lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and

dad but I'm tha ma fucka Ma fuckas Dis tha last supper Look no hands I'ma bread cuffer I dont dare lover I'm a dare devil I dont fear nun Mafucka

s like when I be tearin' it up in Paris Motherfuckers parler on the m-i-c It's all ooh la la and ahh oui oui Sippin' vin blanc in our lingerie Choppin

My Hands In The Air And Scream Top Of Da World The Champs Have Arived Thanks For The Applaud You Are Far Too Kind Now Pass Us Our Award (Mack Maine)