Yeah the whitecoat said that I would live until I'm Cold on the inside of me I'm cold on the inside of me Cold on the inside In me the little child
Перевод: Боль. Холод внутри.
fine Yeah the whitecoat said that I would live until I'm Cold on the inside of me I'm cold on the inside of me Cold on the inside In me the little child
and clyde sh** When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside
to you You wouldn't want me have to hurt you, too Hurt you, too I know what's on my mind I know you like what's on my mind I know it eats you up inside
it, we stomp y'all religiously Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry From here to infinity, love thy enemy Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry All inside
probably sick of me now ain't you momma? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now [Chorus: Eminem] I'm sorry momma! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant
I'm unable come and take me away I feel like I'm all alone All by myself I need to get around this My words are cold I don't want them to hurt you If
bleeding well. And before your damned body's cold you're already in hell. This is my anger. My hurt and my hate. This is my fucking despair. This is my inside
't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife Interlude: Announcer
hurt yourself another time Decadence isn't easy... Then you slowly recall all your mind Why, your soul's gone cold, and all hope has run dry Dead inside
ah ah, Ah ah ah ah, I'm on the road and it feels so cold outside, It's driving me insane, to know how much you hurt tonight, Take away my heart,
MMMMMMMMMM Ever since I was a baby girl I had a dream Cinderella theme Crazy as it seems Always knew that deep inside that there would come that day
I take your breath Want to see you run to want to see you run for want to see you run sugar skinned my candy crim Search did it hurt naked body there
conjurer attack through the monitor Destruction of assumption, one thing I can promise ya' It half-cracked with cold shards of glass Ritualistic annihilators
