my lifes gone to hell Innocence lost but at what cost Realizing now there's no way out,no way out, out, no way out. Awake in my bed
forget my dark secrets Hating my self my lifes gone to hell Innocence lost but at what cost Realizing now there's no way ouuuut no way out. Awake in
翻訳: 国産の. いいえウェイアウト.
? I tell her bartender just straight patron man I'm takin one of these girls home and we can do what we do we grown we can do what we do we grown
this'll be a beautiful death I'm jumpin' out the window I'm lettin' everything go I'm lettin' everything go This'll be a beautiful death I'm jumpin' out
way back home And I'll get Laura Mae To cook up some corn porns?" You know they're good Lord the cotton was high And the corn was growing fine But that
throne, older than Rome But violent prone, poor people zone But it's my home, all I have known Where I got grown but now it's gone Out of the darkness
reignin', slay men Leave your whole body cold Your nails grow long, you get gray skin May this nigga rest in peace, Amen I run with brave men, straight out
I love the way look and put your ass out i wanna fuck you but i cant even lie about baby i dont no why u cry about when we talk about leaving this world
she like thugs I'm a bad boy like Diddy, take that Then she sent the text that read, baby, I'm at home Then she sent another one that says she's all
can't replace the way it made me feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make her whine He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
heating up) And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing
fuckin' hell Start changin' the way they walk They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? The home invader Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick This is a home
hood with your feet on my dash the homies understand and they lookin' for girl to thier own so they can't get out these streets and stay home it's cold
what I'm bout I keep my money comin' in And never goin' out From Chuck Taylors on the pavement with the blammers out Then I hit the league straight out
rock yeah yo Post postatono, Hov' hangin' with Bono You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo And you too can cool out poolside after Delano If you too flow like you was out
