it all 'Cause I'm under the outside And over all 'Cause I'm a thousand miles away And I'm out of oxygen And now I'm falling faster than I'd like to
Tradução: Perdido, como los muertos. Jardín.
us all Cause I'm under the outside, And over all Cause I'm a thousand miles away And I'm out of oxygen And now I'm, falling faster than I'd like to
, shes in the shower and her skin glistens Like oh my god I like it Like oh oh god I like it I suggest a drive, lets take the back road Lets get lost
power The weak get sick and the timid all cower 'cause we're like a gun and we're taking aim Out music's the bullet, the target is your brain The guitar, like
Dragging my ass Dead on my feet No more possessions Just my clothes Down on my luck And I'm sure it shows No confidence No self-esteem When I lost my
-ohh. Crashing o-o-o-ohh like waves. Way out where the water is blue there's no land to be seen. The sky and the ocean fuse together like events inside
: I confess, I{'m just} messed up dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around And I know you dressed up {said} "hey kid you'll never live this down
girl not conceded i'm used to being treated anyway But anyway Your advice is needed Im 22 years old, With a beautiful daughter, By a dead beat who wouldnt
dreams Now I know it ain't a place to live for us all All our gods creation is dead and gone Now we stand like children all alone forever All we can
Chorus] I can try my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find way? [Game - Verse
scoop up ego trippin and a white t Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me Time to put they ass in check like my nikes Shoulda hit my nigga mack
: [The Game:] Damn it's 1am already huh shit ep you ain't lost a muthafuckin beat since that doctors advocate intro this shit sound crazy piano keys
Dead I Ran 99 Miles Bitches They Used To Diss Me They Feeling Me Now They Say I Rap Like Im From New York And They Like My Style [Hook:] You Krazy I
you lost a homie, you know freindship is God given I done seen the church so much, you'd think I was born Christian I done seen more dead bodies than
real, you motherfuck's ain't got half my skill I run this shit like OJ and pass for the bills Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough Posing like
you six feet deep over bullshit Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down like Beanie
legs crossed And my air force Middle finget rough Fuck the world Cause im fellin like puff When life after death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost
