fine I'll find another place Where I just stop to run away and hide I'll find another place left the clock behind Out of time forget who I am ...
are fine I'll find another place Where I just stop to run away and hide I'll find another place left the clock behind Out of time forget who I am ...
check it out What would it take for a boy about my age to hear cheers in his head upon that stage And the cheers that would drowned out the tears from
me, you would bury me deep Your head is set to break me down, fuck me up and kick me out You don't care what it takes Vengeance is burning in your
You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live
signs being showed, nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out
shit that got us here [Young Noble] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout
smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head
me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out
in position Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out
ass in position Death wish for no religion whether catholic or christian Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out
Hold on tight Wrap your arms around me til your knuckles are burning white All your tears Couldn't match the bitter taste of all these wasted years You
I will not run out of ammo, no more bowing my head If every day is another slug, I will pull them out of my... I will not run out of ammo, no more bowing
of a fading sun All its fuel is burning out and its light will fade to black I can't ignore its hopeless shout as it fires its death cry out in space
: Can't you feel it burn Deep down inside? Won't you ever learn Don't try to hide Can't you feel that fire Scorching your soul? A wounded man's desire Out
