be Don't try and fix me I'm fine in the fire I feed on the friction I'm right where I should be Don't try and fix me So lost for so long to find to my
be Don?t try and fix me I?m fine in the fire I feed on the friction I?m right where I should be Don?t try and fix me So lost for so long To find to
Don't try and fix me I'm fine in the fire I feed on the friction I'm right where I should be Don't try and fix me So lost for so long to find to my
heart problems complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me
Uncle Fester All dressed up in polyester Welcome to McDonalds may I please help you? [Mack 10] Yeah you can help me punk Give me all of the money, or
me like he didn't know I existed. So I tried to fix it and always visit him and prayed. That there would be one day he would call me Jonathan, instead
? [Bizzy Bone] Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt, Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech
s heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me leave, or let me be me so watch me flee They tried to shut me down on EmTV, but it feels so empty
Yo check it Hey yo the disk in We sittin I'm listenin We listenin The disk out at 6-10 We dip out After a 14 year oldie A shorty appoarched me With gold
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
fucked up so they signed me to fix shit When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick Call me I'll
me Momma won't you stay hear with me Promised you would never leave Stay with me Oh won't you stay here with me Momma hold my hand and stay with me Years
[Verse: Bishop Brigante] It`s Fucking Losers Like You, That Make Me Do What I Do Make Me Hate Where I`m From, You As Fake As They Come Everybody Got Guns
hit the table leaving me with 7 years My history was shit so I could'nt shed a tear My future was a wall, surrounded by a cage Them laws got me locked
killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt. He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me. Normally
could never really fix and I faked that so I could wear glasses. Considered doing something that would cripple me. Wanted a wheelchair. Wanted the sympathy. Wanted straight teeth. Then came braces, four years