Lyrics:
'm hanging by the ? feelin' half alive
I gotta get to you, can you save me life tonight
Ooh, tonight
Hey no I won't give up no I wont back down
Never
And bragging nearly every time you open your mouth
You think you'll gets the women success will turn your head
Well I'm sorry to inform you that stuff is dead
play a song to get in the zone
It's hard when you're feeling all alone
Days like this I'd end
Myself
I can't take this anymore
What is my purpose
Days
ain't givin' out leg shots
If you're tough, better back what you're sayin'
We do walk-ups or we drive by sprayin'
He got bored up, ten wounds what I
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You're a dead man walking
You're a dead man stumbling
You're a dead man tumbling
If you get yourself a bag imma make sure that's tumbling
Swear to God I
Feeling so dead inside
How can I live this life
When I'm surround by so many fake people yeah they tell me lies
Sometimes I think why do I even try
women get wetter
When I'm round em'
I told her to stop it
(Aye, aye)
Walking walkie talkie
You might need a whah-whah
You might might die tonight
(Why)
care
You could hitch a ride
You could watch me drive
Let's be opposed to style
When you do (I'm better off dead)
When you do (I'm better off dead
Or going insane and going mad
Can't fight this misery
I know I'll find
A way for u to remember me
All the time
Never let me die
Even when I'm dead
and they be thinkin they can change my fate
But they dead wrong I am truly very sorry mate
Cause my mind is made
Ima rap to get paid
And there ain't nothin
Junkies in the alley nowadays strapped
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the man with the tow repossessed my car
Standing on the front
to demonstrate 8 bits
Chorus
2nd Verse
I’ll beat your ass a second time slice you with the keyblade like a key lime an if you’re bitch made then you will get
Do you remember 16?
When life was prettier in pink?
And you wasted away every single day
In a bed you didn't care to make?
Asleep on 34th Street
Your
cursed by the living dead
And that eventually it lead to my death
And I know that I am not alone
You're always on my mind
The voices telling me that
music
So my money I invested
I'm rolling and catch a vibe
And all we do is chase the paper
When they talking on my name
You know it's childish,
people that don't care about her and just hate her
I'm screaming throwing curses I'm acting evil as Vader
I knew when I'd get home I'd think about it
of my own
In the evening, one by one they carry me home
I'll get your telephone, I'll run a comb through your dead thief hair
Tell them you're not
of my own
In the evening, one by one they carry me home
I'll get your telephone, I'll run a comb through your dead thief hair
Tell them you're not
so you know bout that page
Better do your homework or it wont work
When you're toe to toe with a sage young blood
It's been a whooping twelve years
(I need it)
I need it from moment to moment (I do)
I need it to get where I'm going (I do)
I need it to fight the opponent (yeah)
The power that
the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess
(no time)
But wait, if I can get myself out of this broke mood
Then maybe all my listeners could have hope too
Yeah, that's what I'm gon' do
I
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
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