Did I hurt you? All wash of waters broken My favulous machine to suck so close your eyes I'll cut you inside and tell me, did I hurt you, hurt you? Your
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint, Verizon wireless phone Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones Tryin' to holla at a redbone,
now, she's fast, she's bad and she's Italian, she makes 100 miles per hour, oh yeah as we cross the city lights, she takes me higher, she's the hottest
[Napoleon (Benzino)] Don't worry soulja (Made Men, Outlawz) Yo, pain ain't nuthin but a part of the game They got us real fucked up Ain't nuthin but a
, my pride To provide for my family I tried Gots to prepare, cuz listen We's here for the ride Vision's blocked cause we locked inside (Spragga Benz)
We'll, two dollars shy of a five dollar bill Last mile I pushed my truck uphill About hurt me I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it Walked
shut your mouth for the winter if your boyfriend listens were building a relation for the music shakes it There's that song again there's that song again
I got your call And now I'm here at your door False alarm 'Cause you're not here anymore I had it all in my head what I'd say to you But you set me up
What were you doing when you sis the things you did What were you saying when you said the things you said No I can't comprehend anything you're saying
My blood runs cold when I think of the condition Of human suffering and untold pain The atrocities of war make my stomach turn Falling tears, on the earth
Didn't I express my regrets About the way things are? And I think I might've taken this too far This time I hope that you can understand This time I hope
Since 1989 it seems that everyone's forgotten the time when intercontinental ballistics ruled the world and the cold war raged [Chorus:] Nuclear
I need some patience because I have none do I need a conscience or a gun you say I need drugs I think that depends I think revenge is the best medicine
My friend Steve pissed away all his years 'cuz he was slaving building cars Blood and sweat upon the gears all of his off time Spent at the bar years
Did you ever get a feeling of dread? That everything they're saying's not all that they've said Why do they want to take us to war, yeah Why do they
Oh yeah, critical mass, detonation countdown, July 16th, 1945 This is how we learned to fear the bomb and wonder how we'd all ever make it out alive And
Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me
Do you know the world is run by big corporations? Don't be a fool, don't take a part in the ignorance That's sweeping the nation, don't let rich men make