Letras:
50 Lions Living Hell

, I'm just waiting for a reason to die I refuse to spend the rest of my life Praying to an empty sky In a living hell No peace No justice If there is

mama from the drama My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up Yo EightBall, hit the marijuana [EightBall] Yeah, yeah EightBall blazin' the hay And hella pound

em to Hell! You'll probly yell! you should cry for your dying wives I severed em with several flying iron knives Look in the lion's eyes.. and see darkness

Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave Disco Dave Disco Dave (E) Hello Brooklyn Hello Brooklyn New York, New York, it's a hell

that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell

with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell

for mama from the drama My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up Yo EightBall, hit the marijuana [EightBall] Yeah, yeah EightBall blazin' the hay And hella

face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell