: Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit
Tradução: Beck. Sentir como un pedazo de mierda (Control Mental).
Stuck at the bottom looking up Just don't fit the part Can't be what's expected of me This bitter taste Can't spit it out Losing control of the
step But she nah pay no mind to remarks dem mek Always on time tek a chance and bet She's a fine piece of mind with right mindset She said, "Junior you
the sky on the coldest day They tough me to speak and to walk and obey Injected their will into my simple kind Forever to be in control of my mind Let
my heart Never [Kastro talking] The only peace we got Is the peace in our heart Or the peace in our mind Right there in piece that we hold in our
: Fall into flames All that remains of me is a stepped On, thrown out piece of your enemy. All that remains Of me is about to hit the ground. When you
: Rage, Taking control of my mind Driving me to Kill without mercy I see red Blood on My hands My knife Crazed, boiling blood pumps through my
my mind My rage must be controlled My plans require time My rage must be controlled until the time is right Mastery of self control Seething deep
I wiped her blood on my face her tender body I disgraced Slow strangulation her neck twisted and broken Abdominal lacerations Blood pouring from Abrasions Control of the mind
Give me one, 'cos one is best And in confusion, confidence Give me piece of mind and trust And dont forget the rest of us Give me strength, reserve control
lick her lips and self-debased Each waking second felt like heaven In the scarlet One's embrace And at last, clear memories, aghast Relinquished their control
mind Listen to me [Verse 1:] You really was the kind of like saying goodbye (bye) It didn't mean much to you now I'm losing my mind (mind) All you had
me, that's freak karma I'm everything, anything, you could never be Its a hitting, rhyme in the month deep I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind
it be it must As we all expect it to Could it be I just Simply haven't got a clue And what if it stayed behind Had itself a change of mind What would
This isn't the life for me This isn't the way I wanna be And let me tell you... Death will come when I'm good and ready I am your piece of mind,
