locked up no cigarette i gave them all beans i closed all doors and ran to throw my bones to limousines their duty backed by paper mills and old magazines well i paid them all and yanked em off still they didn't meet my needs
I'm tired of the filth I'm tired of the noise I'm tired of people playing me like a wind up toy
tried again to rid of them but the man took my voice a penny for some pity left my luck at the door sent the dogs on the wind sent the pigs to the whores sent poor jesus down the drain to see what all the wine was for
loosened sleeves i rolled em up put chalk to the board heres addition for you punks now shall i beg on all fours? whats a man gotta do to get his silver lined buck i put the pill in my mouth i smoked some grass and drank some mud
i've faced my lies I've found my truths i found Muhammad dead in a Rockefeller suit I did my time i gave you my youth now hurry up and grab the gun before its barrels staring back at you
rivals kiss with an absolute
four million red painted pews our money is now yours to use but when the spiral aint spitting stacks you pick your poor ass up and get the mother fuck off our backsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
