're thinkin' of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don
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Come on and get to me now Shoot The stars in the sky (Because you say)....... (estribillo 1 x2) Drugs in the hands of a dealer They're no cure Drugs
re thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don
're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don
they gon ride to this They gon grind to this They gon shine to this This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and this is gangsta music
a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug
you gotta gotta, Keep movin', There's more music to make, Keep makin' new shit, Produce hits to break the monotony, What's gotten into me? Drug's, rock
million records I never knew I.. And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling I never knew I.. [Eminem] I don't do black music, I don't do white music I make fight music
Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers And heroin users without Marlilyn's music But I figure I make my music I don't care if you
food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated, and viewed in America As a motherfucking' drug
[Eminem] I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses
break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz, Untouchable mob of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug
I said set if off Sick with it boy, better get wit it what In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh Just move it to the music its on To the sound of
many boys in a tomb, polluted poisonous womb The devil had me workin, givin me no slack If i felt a little sad he was feedin me Prozac Drug in my head
kneeling in bathroom stalls Eyes are red and my movement's slow Too high, got vertigo He took a shit in the bathroom tub And fed the dog with brownie drugs
