[feat. Balhead and S.B.] [Verse 1:] We rollin' five cars deep, all logo thangs: A Cutty, a Caddy, two OJ's and a drop Mustang. My nigga's fucked in
[Verse 1:] These streets ain't safe so I keep me a cannon I leave a nigga dead, right where he was standin I'm ya worst nightmare just like a bad dream
[Verse 1:] Lemme tell a story, how it all begun How I was a boy getin money on that two hund. Posted on the block with rocks in a tennis ball When I
dead [Chorus x4: (unknown demon voice)] (My brain cells dead and all I think is death) My brain was dead, from smokin so much fuckin true (My brain cells
As a youngsta I've always been around some funk I'm watchin niggas duck from buck shots of the pump Bein around this shit made a nigga violent at times
[Chorus x4: (unknown demon voice)] (My brain cells dead and all I think is death) My brain was dead, from smokin so much fuckin true (My brain cells
: As a youngsta I've always been around some funk I'm watchin niggas duck from buck shots of the pump Bein around this shit made a nigga violent at times
Не люблю я точные науки Точно сам не знаю почему Сшей мне мама клетчатые брюки А я в них по улице пойду Сшей мне мама брюки помоднее Чтобы клетки были
Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
but they're all bitten So now they're drawn away Killing brain cells, wasting away Killing brain cells, pure misery Killing brain cells, renounce, relapse Killing brain cells
we have shed tears I'm calling time I'll bring you back, back from the brink I'll dry your tears You see, in our bodies, in our bodies There are cells
and bends My mind is happy, thinking 'bout a ball and at the same time the media spits out the reality of war So it's rust in all the cells Santa Claus
Fall is here, hear the yell Back to school, ring the bell Brand new shoes, walking blues Climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we are gonna
Ich weiss nur wo ich weiterhin bleibe Weiss nur wo ich scheinbar immer war Ich weiss nur, dass ich noch hier bleibe Weiss nur, dass ich wohl immer hier
need to learn is how to hold hands Then we could live in peace in my homeland God damn the way my pain swells I spend all my time killin' brain cells
Life is made out of cells Cells make copies of themselves And they make copies of themselves And they make copies of themselves Different cells have
question this machine, education, the dead american dream, in indiana the number of cells built is determined by the socio-economic status of a class of second graders, the cells
all she promises can't be slave to the image display your illness you became slave, stupid fucker! how long will it last all a story to live one thousand of cells
