mind? The more questions I ask, the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
mind The more questions I ask The more I find I'm lost at home Out of time The coins I've flipped land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end of
Tradução: El automático. Perdido en el hogar.
own mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
that I was drafted Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
naw nigga Hackensack Where's that somewhere where the crackers at Real far from where the roaches and rats is at Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
daily so you best be packin If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!) [2Pac] Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail
witness the power Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend Chorus 3X Lost in the
, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at
this suicide Holla at me cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, holla at
t get the lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic
grade At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade I to school from my moms apartment I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit Cause where I'm at
jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at
muthaf**ka passin away Fast to the bass that we fell wit the jazz and ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in
