won't give you no trouble They wanna be good They wanna be strong and understood When we are talking I'm trying to pay attention But then the phone rings to remind me
They won't give you no trouble They wanna be good They wanna be strong and understood When we are talking I'm trying to pay attention But then the phone rings to remind me
No Wooo My Friend, I Never Thought I'd Say Goodbye Somebody Tell Me Why We Had To Loose You Like This My Friend, I Never Thought I'd Say Goodbye Somebody Tell Me
bad She bad She bad She bad She bad She bad I’m trippin I’m trippin She’s bad Got me goin in circles Don’t know what to do She bad She bad She bad She
, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad
and twirl Sold a billion tapes and still screamed, "Fuck the world!" (I'm Slim Shady..) so come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me twenty-five
It makes alot of sense When you see sham in black benz With high friends Pull up the club wit dark tints Never jump out Thats why they lookin dead in
better. Me naw. want to put me wood in the wall of fire. One step, two step. make you reach little high. You askin’ why oh why you have to make it bad
my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen Seem like
you can spot the flocks of people like sheep Those with dreadlocks to jocks with reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la cafe, bambatta flashy fashion Imagine crashing bashes with bitches that be bad
the door For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve The other eight had to be baking soda by itself So papi fuck you, you dead now,
, she went... I’m sorry baby but I feel bad, but I feel bad... Between the earth and the sky My heart sink and I Want to tell you How bad I feel without
things you say you love never come alive. If it feels so bad... Bad magick playing off of me. Oh no, I don't wanna be your friend. Bad magick laying into me
friends I bleed black and cry during classes I'm just a bad cheap imitation of goth You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off I wear
nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker Word is bond! (Yeah!) Verse One: Ice Cube You better check yo self before you wreck yo self Cos I'm bad for
a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod you see it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy
roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends
(All radio is dead) (All radio is dead) (All radio is dead) (All radio is dead, dead) Hey kid, who you looking at? Why you standin' all up in my face
