Lyrics:
the aim
Rules are made by you(made by you)so nobody to blame
Let's Go
Life is a game, the game of games
Everybody is playing the game ,without knowing
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
don't know what's going on
I am so disturbed by you
No don't say anymore
To me at all
To me at all
No don't say more
To me at all
To me at all
I
'bout
Young blood, cuz cuz, game is to be sold
No pillow talking, real men don't freeload
They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer
Family first trust
All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
Mind deranged
Living in pain
Wait to die
Say goodbye
Cries for help unheard
Broken and disturbed
Stalking, pursuing, controlling you
Drawn by your
and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We
don't care
(I don't care)
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
and me.
Always a doubt lingering with a new song.
A moment collapsed like tension of bats disturbed by daylight.
Oh, they're so disturbed.
Oh to dance
to sing this
Every hood is the same
The only difference is the slang
Deeds of evil game changers
Upheaval evil salutations
To your mutations lotta nerve
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say
All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
I come from the game (Holla)
Close encounter
Digital scale and money counter
On top of the kitchen counter
Right up under the cabinets by
The rice
disturbed
It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group
Deserve to be annihilated
I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want
to the radio
And the clinically disturbed
"Give it up," the man says
Surrender and be saved
He'll drive away your demons
His help is on the way
Turn it up
Oh
A laughing baby boy one evening in his play
Disturbed the household with his noisy glee
I warned him to be quiet but he soon would disobey
For he
A laughing baby boy one evening in his play
Disturbed the household with his noisy glee
I warned him to be quiet but he soon would disobey
For he
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
the one ya heard
Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some disturbed
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the word
Tech N9na face painted look like he
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in
was going out of town?
Not too many people, I guess the word got around
The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound
Must have came in
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