Letras:
Ocean The Dead On The Whole

you pay for any pleasures you could come up with Now we reached our goals: We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe. Now you're dead on the whole because

here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred

I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as

walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've

walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been

walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've

They dined and feasted on whale and shark And so the ocean lost its depths And boredom rained as the ocean wept Birds they raised their young for dead

wit {Goldie Loc} Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young nigga, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch

I wake up on the wrong side Of the bed, when I don't even fucking have one? When I'm on that stage I feel important A whole fucking assortment of children