Letras:
The Cure A Man Inside My Mouth

a nickle to a dime then a half to a Z now its P's all the time most of my crew was high in high school and failed, but got a A + from getting high school

about While I try to find a cure for this cotton mouth I keep track of the miles I run But read the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the hole of my

The Killa With Or With The Buretta Tight Right Under My Sweater And We Hide It Delopta Be Where My Killas But My Dealers Are Betta Like A Blender Leeroy Like A

all about While I try to find a cure for this cotton mouth I keep track of the miles I run But read the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the hole of my

A hand in my mouth A life spills into the flowers We all look so perfect As we all fall down In an electric glare The old man cracks with age She found

never be sober get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high 'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud the pipe

The Killa With Or With The Buretta Tight Right Under My Sweater And We Hide It Delopta Be Where My Killas But My Dealers Are Betta Like A Blender Leeroy Like A

to a nickle to a dime then a half to a Z now its P's all the time most of my crew was high in high school and failed, but got a A + from getting high

: A hand in my mouth A life spills into the flowers We all look so perfect As we all fall down In an electric glare The old man cracks with age She found