it all 'Cause I'm under the outside And over all 'Cause I'm a thousand miles away And I'm out of oxygen And now I'm falling faster than I'd like to
Traducción: Lost Like The Dead. Jardim.
us all Cause I'm under the outside, And over all Cause I'm a thousand miles away And I'm out of oxygen And now I'm, falling faster than I'd like to
speech, I blow like Buddha Disturb me and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba And I keep a killer
with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow And right now the tour bus is lookin' like a freak show And life
't see, couldnt see. i never knew this was a war. lost count at you're a whore. karma's fair but instead i'd rather see you dead. it's so hard to say
are so amateur? yeah, we laugh it off, that don't really bother me look, we ain't serious unless we really gotta be humorous attitude like Kids in the Hall like
hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like
like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make like
first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my worst half, A nigga lost so bad it was my worst math, Look like
the cell lost and shivering Gunshots in hallways unknown On the fifth floor, past the blue door Sat a chained 57821 Sir Greendown told his dear Cindi Fight like
bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah, ah like
'm glad I still don't look like them at least Mommy's like a film star in a distorted mirror And daddy's like a guy who lost his stomach in the war I
't no bitch or pimp Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss Resumes held by the D.A.'s,
thing that you don't need You better get away from me at a high rate of speed 'Cause if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that's where
you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like
It's okay, it's alright I got something that you gon' like Hey, is that the truth or are you talking trash Is your game M.V.P. like Steve Nash Promiscuous
air like a motherfucking helicopter, hey Take your shirt off, hey, take your shirt off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, fuck, do the dance, hey Twist it in the air like
