Besedila:
Soft Cell Torch

into your light and shout Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me Hold me I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old, feeling so cold She is the torch

it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell

swang tied at my face telling lies gettin niggas wise tied up and raped similar to the mob it's deeper than rap all you niggas gettin robbed at the cell

its time to quit and my rhyming is shit Thinking I'm in the rough but I just tee'd off I'll make the putt in two strokes and I supposed to be soft And

thousand and one In the silhouette, standing erect Tower projects, insects cling to the steps Oral sex, my head blessed Backwards (steamed in conquest?) The cello