pain, set me free For we are enslaved, forever enslaved Open me, with your kiss of steel End my pain, set me free Live only to die some more Need,
- set me free For we are enslaved, forever enslaved Open me, with your kiss of steel End my pain - set me free Live only to die some more Need - killing
Traducción: At The Gates. Necessita.
wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Drizzy, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money
twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all) Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all) Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all) And clap y'
[(verse):Brandy] Oh yeah ooh yeah I would like to get to know if I could be The kind of girl that you could be down for Cause when I look at you I feel
smokin? weed Can?t hardly see, whats in front of me What is wrong with me, what it?s coming to Somebody help me look at what I?m going through I need
't get enough of you But I'm in a rush I got to fly away (fly away) Planes waiting up for me right at gate twenty-three (Planes waiting up for me at gate
will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by
between the pressure I was summoned How did we dance on the south side of the sky We saw the flags flying on the moon And thru the gates of delirium
your mind Get outta your mind, what? Fuck that shit, get outta your mind I'm a semi-truck, no fucking brakes Outta control like a bull at the gates
lesson Come back like a prodigal son Read the big sign at the airport Bienvenue from hell, mon amour When you learn your lesson Come back like a prodigal son Read the big sign at
(Chorus)x2 Hey let em talk, Let em hate It aint my fault they at the bottom, let em stay Let em say whatever. Let em lie Let em snitch, let em bleed,
, when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's Your can find Joe crack at all type of shit Out at Vegas front
Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches Need
you leave with me We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E You need to trust the God and jump in the car For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal What
somethin' (Somethin') Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the thirteenth E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink I'm so throwed I need
