Lyrics:
To all the ladies working Iowa-80
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives
Working long nights
Hit by every man you ever
burning up here
Tears falling down from my face
It's been a hard week, addiction always taking my faith
I seem to crumble, peer pressure taking love
What does God got against me
I've been doing stupid shit like
And selling
I even tried to rob a bitch that got
Raided by police
I'm just glad it
It's a fast paced world
Breathe, breathe
Look my face in the mirror say
"Who the hell am I?"
Look me in the eye
Is this conviction or addiction
memories and dreams
See what happens when I forget I'm awake
And the hurt is so blinding addiction is all I can see
Control will lead to possession
I lost this soul to contradiction
The answer's never justified
Could this pain be an addiction
A place for me to run and hide
Fate versus
silent, dead air
So you pull him inside
Into your father’s chair
“Your mother is dead
All thanks to you
Her addiction got worse
After you left, you
wątpliwości
Rzucone kości radzę Ci rób jak chcesz
Ja kruszę Mary Jane i dobrze mi z tym jest
Na koniec gest od serca dla was Bless
Bo to amnezji smak
Matka
MAKIN ME BLUSH IT'S A FIGHT… (RIGHT?)
WHAT CAN I DO I'M BURNIN WITH LUST
TOO MUCH STRESS TOO MUCH FRUSTRATION
MY FLESH CAN'T STOP THE MASTURBATION
SAY YES
dance with Mary Jane kinda free
She liked to go fast and I had a need for speed
Ain't no wonder why her daddy never liked me
A raised up right girl
dla gry nigdy dosyć
Masz Mery Jane to posyp Rafi czuje niedosyt
To głosy z kabiny 5 Elementu
Pacjentów głosy co unikają w oknach prętów
Jeżą ci się
know you miss me,
I can tell by the way
You kiss me,
There's no other place
You'd rather be
But here in ecstasy,
With me,
I'm that someone
[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets
different like strokes
But there's no Arnold, Willis, Mr. Drummond and no jokes
I'm provoked, by a world who wants to choke me out
My light's lit, but like
an intersection, Toronto Jane & Weston
My leg was hella broken but got up started stepping
Fell back down, but the point that I'm making
Any damage don't stop me
Ej, v ruke mám Mary Jane
Everyday, money make
Iba ja a moja babe
Never stop, iba play
Poker face - all in
Moje baby sú lit
Nové Js on feet
Fullhouse
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