this, I made myself so sick I wish, I'd stayed asleep today Thought this day would never end I never thought tonight could ever be so close to me Just
Tradução: Get Up Kids. Cerca de mí.
close to me Just try to see in the dark Just try to make it work To feel the fear before you're here I make the shapes come much too close I pull
m-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [Asher] Look Cause they don't care about us They just use us up Leave us in the dust And it roughs me up
I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [Asher] Look Cause they don't care about us They just use us up Leave us in the dust And it roughs me up
boxers, mystic mole Get those electric blue foot things from Dr. Sholls You need stillocs just to be me Feel afraid To let it out Give it up Accept
break ya heart no more Tried to walk but I just cant leave her alone Girl she keep calling me (calling me) I tried to leave her alone but she keep calling me (calling me
up in my hood Help don't show up in my hood Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped
fucking with me again They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen Everytime they walk or pull up beside me Flash lights in my face
dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!) (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach find a club and just post up in it what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get
appose you, Please don't make me be the someone that expose you, (Word Word!) I snatch yea kids, or someone that you close to, Then the body parts start
me calling me Try to leave room (ooh) But she keep calling me calling me and I gotta go Oooh oooh oooh oooh Say I gotta go ooooh She keep calling me calling me
the peas (she treats me like this) From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this) Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this) [Jadakiss] Yeah, ay yo never get
pop or the mafia Kim tell cease get the fuckin truck We bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies I'
: (The Game) That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin', You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed, Or he gon' get a black tux, And a free wake, How my
it independent now we 'bout to ball [Verse Three] For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
I live with that Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me Four-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basket Six in your truck, get you each a
on that Bad Boy shit I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to get dough And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four It's fucked up what they did so I'm on
