Перевод: Медленная боль. Спасибо.
(feat. Diamonique) [Diamonique:] Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you [Slow Pain:] Dear God, oh, Father Here me out, one time
than bristles Fool when you cry I'll be ya tissue Back in the county writing letters how I miss you Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you Get you
my match light a fire inside ya mind You with me Grab ya sword and let's ride and I'll see you on the Flipsyde [Chorus] I'm gonna see you on the Flipsyde
you win or loose relationships that's the way how it goes deeply hurt from your head to your toes slow mo' see you dragging down the hole you should be where you
your son got problems And I know that you know Cause you made this all possible I live a dangerous ass life you know So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals Thank
the show Mr. Dope Man, your looking kinda sick Thangs movin' slow now that you ain't got shit [hook] So what you got now, you out of luck Sellin' your
I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You
night I just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J
deal you take a pill, just to deal with the drama You thinking your life sinking and there isn't a plumber They tell you what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger You
t make you But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you And thank you for makin shit better in my
a attitude, watch how ya talk to me, Keep playin' Freddy boi, I'll leak on ya Elm Street, Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you gon' get, It'
ain't what you stoned or what (NO!) Thanks a lot, Ja, Ja ain't you're baby dad, you need to slow down, love 'Cause you're moving too fast you know? Tell
nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you -
That I walk these dogs across this country, twice to stop the pain So, I'm handin' Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry Now, tell these sons of
all you got G? You comin up short You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart You need actin classes, you can't play the part Yo' mind ain't on
all I do is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on your all white shirt Gucci man so gutter, I steal money out your purse Lay out in your yard, robbin' while you