الأغاني:
Slow Coming Day The Room Without Walls

All your work, all your work has been for nothing All this time, all this time that you wasted Watching out my window, snowflakes are falling, falling

All your work... All your work... Has been for nothing. All this time... All this time... That you wasted. Watching out my window, Snowflakes are falling

sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the bloody red blade sliced through sinew and bone All day did the swordsman attack without

't care how half naked or fake she looks, She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books. So what'd she die for, Slow down Gandhi your killin'em Slow

without hesitation That the power of love and truth could conquer all in the name of salvation Tell me what kind of weapon is love, when it comes to

for the hood, Cadillac tight whippers [Paul Wall:] I got that candy red, with extra gloss Heads turn, when they see me floss Scooped up Trae, on a sunny day

don't care how half naked or fake she looks She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books So what'd she die for Slow down Gandhi your killin'em Slow

I wake up in your room Share one piece of your life When tomorrow comes We may not be here at all Without your whispers and moans Here you come to carry

coming to the shop, way from over the seas But still we some G's, or should I say that we back Coming down in a Impala, with the candy wet Coming down