Lyrics:
torture
The sleepless nights are so bad
All in my head don't know what to do
It bothers me to see you with somebody new
I guess it's because I am so
the Truman show
I'm the MVP amongst these NPC's
They're asking who said so
Me I'm Neo
If you find somebody better please
Let me know
I'm Chilling by
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
don't wanna confide, you won't let me come by
Everything feels wrong I don't think I should comply
It's a bad vibe
I did everything in my potential still
Eat shit and die!
We're mad
We're brainwashed
By the system
We're treated like a robot
But we're bad
We won't get shit on
Why does every fuckin'
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
that other woman
I won't believe it no
I gotta be the only one
Yes I want you bad
But she needs you much more
I can't be that other woman
I
By the red setting sun
And the rising moon
Why love yourself when you can love somebody else
It's one or another my mother says
Too bad she's right
ain't enough
I'd rather be sitting at home alone
Not wondering if your with
Somebody else
No I won't be blowing up your phone
Cause I can do bad all by
Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it's no use
We ain't ever gonna
To give goosebumps a day when you say
That somethin' you won't give someone a lump in their throat
If you had 'em choked up you'd be yankin' my chain
vest, ooh)
We do no AK's, fuck your TEC (fuck your TEC, ooh)
We carry them Glocks, no Rugers (no Rugers, yeah)
Nigga gettin' popped, won't shoot us
to destroy.. your faith
To destroy your soul, to destroy your religion
Somebody help me – she’s possessed
She takes the cross - putting in the crotch...
1-2
How could I want you?
Like 3-4
You're on the dance floor
By 5-6
You won't feel shit
By 7-8
I'll be enraged
By 9-10
Here we go again
By 11-12
Did
heard you breakin' bad, but the shit won't sell
Yeah, all in your momma car wit' no Ls
Now she can't make work, son you dumb as hell
Need a ghetto bitch
Intro:
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat.
Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop
forward hop back. Hop, hop hop.
Verse 1:
The second somebody
sounds
Cry and get drunk by, myself
You'll never care for any of these tears
Guess I'll just stay alone for a while
Wipe my face and find somebody else
Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that there's kidnap, but
and I'm humbled by you right now
Let's talk about life before I get to pipe down
Our conversation true religion and we stay committed
I learnt a lot from
Girl you got me down bad
But I kinda like it
Yeah I kinda like it
My love won't stop, yeah
I'ma keep goin'
Goin' and goin'
You're the only one I
heard you breakin' bad, but the shit won't sell
Yeah, all in your momma car wit' no Ls
Now she can't make work, son you dumb as hell
Need a ghetto bitch
actor you bad script
fly like king kais chimp
you probably won’t get that here’s a tip
don’t care about anyone that doesn’t care about you
I guess
here we go again
When you met her
She was right so thick
Something better then a wife, no glitch
She won't stop ever, but she might go click
If
the litre
Sit by the pool by a bad senorita
Me drinking rum her drinking sangria
Said she can sing what get on a feature
Yeah kick back with a reefer
Natty in
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