We are nothing A lost cause for a lost cause The hourglass is a loaded gun Running short of sand Breaking every single mirror I'm burning every single
Пераклад: Bleeding Through. Яна Gone.
We are nothing. A lost cause for a lost cause. The hourglass is a loaded gun. Running short of sand. Breaking every single mirror. I'm burning every
when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through
rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through
, tear it apart Start with assumption That a million people are smart Smarter than one Serotonin's gone She gave up, drifted away Sara fled, thought process gone She
go too far, I hate you Don't go, don't go, don't go, I hate you You's a muthafuckin' bitch to me You just left me bleed, you just left me leave Now
with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they
lap Yo, what the fuck happened? It was a set up to get wet up Starks your bleeding Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up Ten G's down the drain
put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come
hair,once again it's on Somebody's knockin' at my door, but when I walk across the floor Just hope it up,the motherfucker's gone I'm hearin' voices
all true, that's why we all through Now your girl's pickin' up the cell when I call you Talkin' slick like she ain't here She don't want you no more
Orale What's up ese, Q-Vo It's me, Lil' Rob It's me ese So you thought I was gone huh? Chale Trip I gotta go 'cause I know that the jura is coming on
kit, high rise manifold, 350 motor told her i was two years older 'cause i run through ho's like pounds of the douja'. Chorus x3 (Lynch) I run through ho's
na, want to talk, shots speak ra, ra, ra Crib is like Mardi Gras, no beads, grow weed Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's
It's 50 Cent and S N double O P You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me Every time I come around they like, "Oh no" I get to trippin' slap
of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo' she changed her name to my chick hahaha, yea boy that's my girl and she pops excellent up in waynes world totally
up with hate that it stops beating She stops breathing Her body's just a caucus now, her soul's leaving No more pain, no more bleeding That's gone blow
