[Instrumental]
Tradução: Janis Joplin. Buried Alive In The Blues.
'm buried alive this time Bending and breaking all I have left inside Blaming everyone for nothing I'm hating me for what I've done with my life Save me, I'm buried alive
my own Why can't I face this Hurry up, I'm lost without Some kind of placement Something real in my life So change it And make me forget Save me, I'm buried alive
Tradução: Evans Blue. Buried Alive.
on my own Why can't I face this Hurry up, I'm lost without Some kind of placement Something real in my life So change it And make me forget Save me, I'm buried alive
now it's been so long and I've waited I've been waiting for so long don't fight it's hard to breathe when you're buried alive you take this place for
I'll call it sickness gone It's hard to say the meaning of this song. An ambulance can only go so fast It's easy to get buried in the past When you try
: Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind Sexual release buried deep inside Complete control of a prized possession To touch and fondle with
Buried deep in the pits of his heart The lock of grey hair that she gave to him Stayed clutched in his fist through the night Dead or alive, she still
do not disagree with me it's best you jus concur I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive Even when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive
on your toes, make your heels go click Three times, it's no place like home So why you wanna bury me all alone I bring a new meaning to underground rap Dead or Alive
mean [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Ready or not, sweaty and hot Tired and hungry but haven't forgot Guns and shots, runs and drops Or buried alive under
[Brotha Lynch] Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why My locc's told me homie make them tapes And keep that 24 block alive But if I feel I'm in need
There is a poison in my mind My vain ambitions burn in me Another dream's buried alive Another heaven I'll never see So now the devil's in my soul And
, recently expired How can I resist your sagging breasts? Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death When I put the embalming needle into your flesh so blue
Will you wash away? Running to the end of expectation Ready for the moment to arrive But the wicked world just keeps you Waiting baby it can bury you alive
Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind Sexual release buried deep inside Complete control of a prized possession To touch and fondle with no