liar But something's gotta give before I'm gone Now I'm wrong if I don't say enough I'm wrong if I give in too much I'll take a bow and get out while
翻訳: 神経質なアウト. あなた.
something's gotta give before I'm gone Now I'm wrong if I don't say enough And I'm wrong if I give in too much So I'll take a bow and get out while I
out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out! We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out! We ain'
point) Mayday, they say that he?s gone berserk Sometimes, when I wanna shut out this world Wanna rip up this page Wanna pour out this heart Wanna get
voice And all I really want is deliverance Ah, aao, aao, aao, aa, aah Do I wear you out? You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out I'm consumed
Uh, check out the flava, I got you strung out like Kayta Catch me on [Incomprehensible] just can not fate her Later for all you whack MC's, claim to be
? I said a week, maybe two Just until my skin turns brown Then I'm going home to California California, I'm coming home Will you take me as I am? Strung out
help me please 'cause I am feelin' down I feel strung out 'cause you know I don't know where the bends are...... When you said I love ya, ohh, I really dig
Get how you live nigga, do you dig nigga? You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga. Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga? You ain
't no doubt 'Cause I'm the one with the other, I'm a bad motherfucker And my bullet's gonna find you out Four billion people, all strung out of their
up Dope shit all over the table, you gotta lick it up I'm comin' out swingin' I'm comin' out swingin' I'm comin' out I'm comin' out Motherfucker ha,
the hood, send mo' troops Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable 'Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out Under the safety
said, "A week, maybe two Just until my skin turns brown Then I'm going home, to California" California, I'm coming home Oh, will you take me as I am? Strung out
days sink how my poems I Dig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley systems Thereby painting the perfect metaphor for hung juries Strung along
for the same note Oh please, I know butterfly wings ain't fit to auction Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung Skylark litigants strung out like cats
tell it to boil loyalties, the shovel in the soil dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter nursed the blister in the sun strung a hammock between spring
medicine Yeah, you know I got to have that medicine That prescription medicine, baby You know, purple, orange, green Jack starts hangin 'round with some fiends Got strung out
