the misery I brought to you See that you're not happy here I'll always be here for you If you gotta leave me, girl Then do what you gotta do Verse 2
Tradução: No Question. Haz lo que tienes que hacer.
misery I brought to you See that you're not happy here I'll always be here for you If you gotta leave me, girl Then do what you gotta do [Verse
that aint you, (Aww Noo) nigga you actin out of character, reading from a movie script, cross me, and Imma have to do you from the uzi grip your shits
to hate Give us a chance, before you kill us all Before you kill us, kill us all Before you kill us, before you kill us all Before you kill us
chance to hate Give us a chance, before you kill us all before you kill us, kill us all before you kill us, before you kill us all before you kill us
chance, before you kill us all Before you kill us, kill us all Before you kill us all, before you kill us all Before you kill us all What we need right
marks Gotta place in my heart, homie stay smart Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10 I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
There's too many of us in tha cemetary (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') come on, what we gonna do now (cause i'll beat you down, like
: Do you want me to cry? cry for you how can you say that you're blue a rich rock star you are yet you still complain that's insane imagine if you had
you I'm just guilty of loving you Guilty of loving you What makes you think that I would go around and hurt you You say you love me and you trust me
guilty of loving you I'm just guilty of loving you Guilty of loving you What makes you think that I would go around and hurt you You say you love me
can! ' We can do it Gotta put ya mind to it Put ya feet in the dirt Just push right through it When shit get rough You gotta stick to it Play that Bone
around gotta listen to the sound Of the negative crawlin all over the ground Like look what you did, let me enter in your kiss Nigga save me, suck my what
me, seventeen Come on, get you going Have I told you I would return Come on, get you going Gotta get on the way But the butcher You're allowed to lie
comes shooting by He said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who am I to question why? And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Who
man's gun! (dead man's gun...) [Chorus] [Outro: Young De] You gotta take my liiiife... (liiiife...) You gotta take my liiiife... (liiiife...) You gotta take my liiiife... (liiiife...) You gotta