t hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
on the generator No good food in my frigidator, damn And I'm late for work Don't that sound bad, horrible, no inspiration, no goals I know it sound like
Tradução: T-PAIN. Suena mal.
't hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
will forever... I tried to build a wall And let nobody in To be on my own Without love and without pain Without pain I don't know why But everywhere
, making crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's Voices singing to me, sound
gonna stay? If your thoughts begin to tumble like the hills in Tennessee Don?t waste your song on me (Because it all just sounds the same) She doesn?t
know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this
life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this s**t yet Thug style
: (feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked
we're still the sound Wild and lost speed mad a long way from sad lookin' good like you should you're bad an itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit
my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain't
I don't get it He, he, ha I don't care what you looking at Body so skinny but your head's so fat Talky, talky, talky but you don't say shi* Got a way
You see I'm ok now but I don't think it will last Because reality is something I can't seem to grasp Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain Pulling
the sound. It don?t get better, gather ?Round the sound Come on, gather ?round the sound. Put your mind over matter Gather round the sound Yeah, gather round the sound It don?t
sets the rules sets the rules on fire I see it in your eyes I don't think I'll fit into your dream Of perfect order and everything still I won't fit
sound of tomorrow Like a black-hearted vile thing Like the silence of tension It's too many lonely nights I can't tell good from bad I can't pass you