by a love that isn't there There is something in my house, my house It's just a ghost of the long, long dead affair There is something in my house, my house
Tradução: Dead Or Alive. Algo en mi casa.
has long since passed I did not mean to shout, just drive Just get us out, dead or alive The road's too long to mention Lord, it's something to see Laid
wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke Then there was a silence you took to mean something: Mean, run, sing For alive you will evermore
's office, he started licking the pavement. Every night now since we moved in that new house there's this noise outside the door at just about half seven or
in upbringing is something that I never had Known as the ruff ridin Texan a bad buck from the day of my inception. And I was raised in the poor house my
I die I never let 'em bury me without my mic I bring a new meaning, to underground rap Dead or alive, I'm still Born to Mack I say, "What's up" to my
my house these playa haters approach these niggas get smoked cause lord knows I ain't ready to go but when my time comes (but when my time comes) and my
stare at you Something you should know Before you say "Hello" Motionless like lead He sits, he must be dead! But wait! He's's alive. He's alive! He's alive
caretaker's office, he started licking the pavement. every night now since we moved in that new house there's this noise ou The door at just about half seven or
my rims and my watch and my rings on Yeah I got my bling on Go ahead and sing songs If you want I tell no tales and no lies I drop no dimes on my homies
out the candles on my cake Something's wrong, you've been gone too long Something's wrong, have you been getting it on? Do you wanna spoil my birthday
in upbringing is something that I never had Known as the ruff ridin texan A bad buck from the day of my inception. And I was raised in the poor house My
, on a regular day I knew my man named R, would be around my way I brushed my hair, my teeth, suddenly I washed my face Then he came over my house with
dead in the dirt The truth hurts It's Halloween, time for the dead ghosts to roam So lock ya door, make sure you're not alone! (Madrox) My pumpkinz rotten
, and break me, Use my body for a host and my mirror for the gateway. Something is wrong with me; I can't be who I need to be. Something is wrong with
