thing I've dared to dream I've tried to live, but I've played it safe again Just another slave to my vices now, Bring out your dead Voices wither and
thing I've dared to dream I've tried to live But I've played it safe again Just another slave to my vices now Bring out your dead Voices wither and crack
Traducción: Strung Out. Tragam seus mortos.
fucking thing I've dared to dream I've tried to live But I've played it safe again Just another slave to my vices now Bring out your dead Voices wither
pay, Just bring back your head 'cause you've made your major play, Now why you causin' gangsta shit? if you know you ain't bout no drama, Your daddy
mask, face down, motherfuckers gettin' robbed to this Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Sometimes it makes me wonder why This pain it hurts me deep inside 'Cuz all I wanna do is give love But all day wowdees mean mug So it brings out the
be bout your change lettin hang at all times, ready to fight high, duckin them blue eyes, ready to see ya moma cry every time you walk inside, ready to bring
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past But look here Murder Inc nigga' bringin' it back We got them stressed strung out beatin' to be hung out
'em hollerin', Screamin' out for mercy minds Of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality So blast it as I hit your head, you're dead not disbelievin' Got
it Thaw it out with the blood and season it Then you sit down and begin eatin' it In your body, it's structure becomes your structure All the fear and
was a fiend Strung on dope And the nigga ran his mouth And now I'm locked up Looking up out the window Ain't no window and it's fucked up Could it
My lyrical beat down will leave ya in a coma 'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league You're running out
em hollerin, Screamin out for mercy minds of a lowest of enemies, Ghetto mentality So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin Got the
keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy Minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin Got
I've got no time to listen to your good advice I'm doin just fine, down on my own down here. I know one day this dance will bring me to my knees it's
your conception where it all comes down to you you knew if you conceived it you knew i would believe it you knew that you would paint me into your
's watchin'? Sittin' with your mother? You must be out of your cotton-pickin' mind. He'll cut out my tongue, he'll gouge out my eyes, He'll boil me in
