mind? The more questions I ask, the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
mind The more questions I ask The more I find I'm lost at home Out of time The coins I've flipped land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end of
Vertaling: Die outomatiese. Verlore by die huis.
own mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at
muthaf**ka passin away Fast to the bass that we fell wit the jazz and ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in
from my tierra that I call my home It ain't much, but it's something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge
don't hit the arcade I walk from school to my mom's apartment I gotta tell the suckers everyday, "Don't start it" 'Cause where I'm at if your soft your lost
your scrill And that rolex in your hand, understand? Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise (swartzaniggaz): I can feel my nature rise Starin' at the
get the lye After dark up at Griffith Park Shallow grave for the mark check his heart The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang (Automatic
fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck, now stretch I just got off the gray goose Hear at San Quentin Westblock
off right now I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down An' report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin' If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home Every
is how we do it when we go uptown With the funky sound, the razzamatazz You give me to the sploshers, you can get your blast Enter at your own risk,
C+ grade At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade I to school from my moms apartment I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit Cause where I'm at
, just keep the casket closed No remorse when a life is lost I paid my dues- paid the cost And my pockets are still fat Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome
