for you So you don't have to see me this way And I know your teeth are sinking in And my scars are proof of where I've been And I'm struggling to keep
'll try, to get up Cause I don't feel like sleeping anymore I know your teeth are sinking in And my scars are proof of where I've been And I'm struggling
Fordítás: Bleed The Dream. Jack és fehér.
I'll try, to get up Cause I don't feel like sleeping anymore I know your teeth are sinking in And my scars are proof of where I've been And I'm struggling
And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face and that mother fucker's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
might feel about me today You'll see me in a dream You'll see me in a dream You'll see me in a dream across a mountain stream And you will hear me say
em Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack
swing All around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack asses Everything including your company jacket And niggas asses for your ransom And
What's ya name? Anderson, the family's here The one that you love, and hate and fear And whatchya do? Known to party every night and day Try to make
tag 'em Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack
them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about
cases Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box And I ain't just talkin
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin
union jack has bled away. Its black and white and its fucking grey. The cells are cold, The streets are the same, Its been a dead summer and were praying
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
through rhymes Critical, incredible, when crippling your pitiful mind Pull out my nine and it's party and draw time You signed the death mantra and bleed between the white
it back Bring it back let the Husalah rap Cause if he don't rap you know a nigga gon' jack And if he don't jack you know the nigga sellin' crack And when
