Letras:
Mr T Experience You Alone

and meaningless charade All I ask is that you were alone to be and nights dead with me alone and you alone with me you alone with me you alone with me you alone

night and meaningless charade All I ask is that you were alone to be and nights dead with me alone and you alone with me you alone with me you alone with me you alone

morgue And even when I'm alone, it's me and my toast Me and my ghost, I wonder who get heated the most If you didn't live the life, you probably couldn't

real, fuck you niggaz man I love bitches money and traveling And you niggaz ain't experienced that, you know You niggaz ain't experienced that, man Y'all don't

charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack, you clock me, and you

ba latty, I gotta lament That you were not a girl, you were an experiment 'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk (You're pretty when I'm drunk) You're

you jealous H - O - T - B - O - Y S's Taught you the shit you know so why test us Dont bother me that shit'a break ya neck This week alone nigga I already

the truth be known I feel outnumbered when I'm all alone if you're wondering why there's no affect when I speak, when you look in my eyes I couldn't

bitterness and feeling all alone. I'm not as bad as Hitler but it doesn't mean a thing since they'd rather be with Hitler more than me I don't see why