've become an instrument of your twisted flashbacks. Still you condemn me for my mistakes. A curse to your saviors will. You stare so emotionless, but still I face
Перевод: Bleeding Through. Just Another Pretty Face.
I've become an instrument of your twisted flashbacks. Still you condemn me for my mistakes. A curse to your saviors will. You stare so emotionless, but still I face
infect with all dissolved memories of one. why did you care, when you never cared before? why'd you care, you never cared. why'd you care, when you never
Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown They say lets have another toast lets sing another
And they immediately latch onto my face And start bitin' me all over Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know, I think it was just
s (Big Pimp) I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call hey lil fat daddy and I'm still fat now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy I ain't livin lavvy
to get laid, don't waste your time in any bars, or any money on a whore. just cruise to your local graveyard, man. where you're guaranteed to score. another
Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone Another hour in front of the mirror now all the cars are shown They say lets have another toast lets sing another
shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another
' and bleeding all over And I'm like "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming (screaming sounds) You know, just
a statue By no means I won't fuck this up this suckers life is past due I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds Walking towards
dropped just him and that old fir tree all lit up this night electric blue just another night in new york city snow comes down looks real pretty can
s [Big Pimp] I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call hey lil fat daddy and I'm still fat now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy I ain't livin lavvy
off alone, Russian roulette, cost my brains to your head As blood races down your face Reflections of your style, pretty smile decorate the bullet aimed at me... Aim the barrel toward my face
