...Ill steal your breathe away Just like you stole my heart Cold fingers around your neck Ill suffocate my love out of you And Ill steal away everything
from a clown I'm terrified of what you do My stomach screams just when I look at you Run far away so I can breathe Even though you're far from suffocating
like I'm in flight High off of love, drunk from my hate It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love it, the more I suffer I suffocate and right before I'
nigga comes through With another one of them fucking ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here
'm in flight High of a love Drunk from the hate It's like I'm huffing paint And I love it the more that I suffer I suffocate And right before I'm about
freeway Hey Slim, I drink a fifth of vodka Ya dare me to drive? You know this song by Phil Collins 'From the air in the night' About that guy who could have saved That other guy from
Like suffocating all my clearest thoughts It seems like yesterday when we lay here side by side But it's countless nights ago that it passed away In
reconciliation To repair what is wrong in our lives From all the problems the world can provide So wait so many things that I'll never break away Save me from
Letting out the garbage Eating through the core of life Sweet fragrance irritates In a state room death awaits Persecute your own self-pride Suffocate
Touch me, I'm so afraid to draw you close Hold me before my hands fall away I'll suffocate if I cant breathe you in And hold you there forever I left
spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt I live eternal, 'cuz if Drag pass away
?I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.Old-ass man, I let him get away,That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway.Here
? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up Old-ass man, I let him get away That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway Here
WE ALL HAVE A HEART TO SEGREGATE IS THAT WHY SHE JUMPED FROM THE GOLDEN GATE LIKE A STUNT GONE BAD SHE DIDN'T WALK AWAY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, I THINK
You never go, you're always here (Suffocating me) Under my skin, I cannot run away Fading slowly I give it all to you, letting go of me Reaching as I
in his own skin, Sippin gin from a bin that's makin' my dome spin. And your the type that'd try to take from your own kin. Feel it close on your toes, hangin from
that coulda saved that other guy from drowning, but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then later at a show he found 'em? That's kinda how this is. You coulda saved me from
guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from
