You think you know me You'd bet your life, you do I beg to differ No matter what your view There's fire in the hole I've gotta let you know Like fire
die? Talk a lotta shit is kinda like a suicide Do you wanna live or do you wanna die? Talk a lotta shit is suicide Tragic, tragic, tragic, tragic Like
Now I've got the gun to your head You're gonna wish you never knew my name Now I got the gun to your head And I swear I'll never feel the same I wanna
Fordítás: Orange 9mm. Tragikus.
