I cross my heart and hope to die Stick every needle in these eyes Inject this air into my veins If it would bring you back to me I'd rip my heart out
Fordítás: Home Grown. Cross My Heart.
do I cross my heart and hope to die Stick every needle in these eyes Inject this air into my veins If it would bring you back to me I'd rip my heart
't never make it home, that I know The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted
flow locked, come on I got a secret in my heart And baby it's tearin' me apart 'Cuz I want the world to understand That I love you and you are my man
bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back then I kicked back and watched all my friends Make big money, right in my face And if you ever crossed
branch at me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I'll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure From my landlocked
branch at me So I put my hands up I say "Enough is enough, if you walk away I walk away" (And he shot me dead) I found a liquid cure For my landlocked
branch at me So I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enough If you walk away, I'll walk away" And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure For my land
call you up at midnight sometimes, I must admit, when I find you're not at home. My head heats up like a furnace, My heart grows colder than a stone.
Uh, da di da , it ain't my fault Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been
me a reason sir as to why they've never grown They've just blown around from town to town Till they're back out on these fields Where they fall from my
the fields I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin at my heels I broke through the trees and there in he night My
you You, you stole my heart like a crook in love Crossing the bridge to the Brooklyn love When I look above it's clear skies that's surrounding my earth
s followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin' Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in On the way to home base First clown in my
my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed
