Tortured, been bleeding so long, I?m hungry for my death To come now, waiting hatred Dreaming of life, false hope Dying to live, waiting to die alone
Fordítás: Six Feet Under. Mint I Die.
: Tortured - been bleeding so long, I'm hungry, for my death To come now, waiting - hatred Dreaming of life False hope Dying to live, waiting to die -
you And six feet under water, I do All you've ever wanted Was someone to truly look up to you And six feet underground, now I, now I do The little
bound, crossin' my path I'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption Creepin' so I'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet
when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean it No secret, these muthafuckas figure I
's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a
York I don't know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my
again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin? Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams
stacked I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin
life just tryin' to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin
iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats under six feet beneath, c'mon I told you that is a saw I wore I'm a kill when
all alone High as hell, my mind is gone I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke But if I go back to
I am I take painkillers to ease the pain Though I aint in pain No, we, ain't the same, we drunk I'm on everything 'Cept when I kick it, gout Me sobering
ya momma life Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice [Bun B:] For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty
ya momma life Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice (BUN B) For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty
today And I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees 'Cause you will always be six feet under me Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see Your
