Now (I) Feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My Friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
: Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's
down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree
And I wish plant life would grow all around me So I won't feel dead anymore So I won't feel dead anymore I saw a bear in the den Reading my textbooks
watch, weed and glock fiends to pop my fans roll with them rubberband knots I'm getting old but them rubber bands not nigga [Chorus] [T-Pain] Catch me in my
min They took my medicade card, he's a good friend Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin' And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on the Simpson's Bet you "My
Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but
have lots of friends i have lots of friends i have lots of friends i have lots of friends the sound of ataris kills me and my friends 'cause we know
Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] Shadows in my mind, it's dead, all I had inside bunched is the old fear, just to let a new one appear just be quiet, my
sea of greed and the fifth into the sea of ignorance Disease, disease, disease my friend for this whole world's in devil's hand Disease, disease, disease my friend
the line Thirteen years deep In this marathon I'm runnin' Paid dues and still got bills to pay When I came back around the way Old friends gave me dead
to his mind and blew it 'Cause some times I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it Puffing with my family, my bitch, my money or my music Making killas
As you were swaying What kind of woman you'd be "what will be will be" Over my dead body Slip through your hand again and again Slip through your hand again and again My old
we Thought we'd definitely die 'Cause we were dead already, dying Endless nights took on my whole life Or so I thought It turns out that all your friends
part dem gone Which part dem deh ... Best to strike when irons hot, It will not bend when cold.... Not to late to learn my friend Wisdom ripes with old
