of our torpedo i hate you today, i can't find a way, don't drag me down now, [Chorus] goodbye, i've had enough frustration i won't kiss up, goodbye, this dead
me? GOOD ENOUGH - HAD ENOUGH FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemies! FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemas! SPIT - IT OUT All you wanna do is drag me down All
'd you have to get hit Where was I, what time was it You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin' them Range Rovers with me
the very best they can I'm gonna buy a cheap bouquet Before it dies on the display Gonna break down Break down the better side of me The better side of me
down to the nitty grit who gone fight pipe down 'cause ain't no better time to crank it up than right now we gots to see rump crum down here and I don
all and it drags me down, down, down One more life at a dead stop drags me down Like a cat in a cage in a big top drags me down, down, down Strangers
I want so don't trip I know she saw me when she started walking faster I grabbed the glock and I was just about to blast her But then I stopped because
vet Chop shit down on your set and then jet And smash off in my soap box 'Cuz I'm down for the dirt And muthafuckas said it don't stop Now which one
't live it down, gotta live it up Don't live it down, gotta live it up Do you remember back when you were young? You used to knock 'em dead in their
got a gun shot a night clerk now they call 'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his
of frightening Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning Striking you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore
sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet Head bandaged, insane Preachin' God's commandment, feel me I move through the dark rages and won't stop Til
bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me
, rhyme grippin that metal They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto I look at all that and it makes me sick I wanna grab them motherfuckers
I'm just a ghost 'cause everybody walks through me If I died in class they would probably say they knew me Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move A dead
of me I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag (Chorusx2) [Stop, stop, you gotta think straight
down Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top Free money, and mad bitches non-stop No water, it's Faygo