Backed into a corner no room for me to breathe everyone i know is suffocating me breathing down my neck even when i sleep never an escape never
One flight down There's a song on low And your mind just picked up on the sound Now you know you're wrong Because it drifts like smoke And it's been
'll never make it if you can't speak for yourself they said we'd fade away We've all been down this path before You're trapped in this town And it wears you down
of the world [Verse 3: T.I.] I know them haters don't stop plotting and wish you would fall Cause I'm standing on top looking down at it all I see you down
Slow down... (Yes baby u need to slow down) [x2] Slow Down... You need to Slow down You need to Slow... You need to Slow... You need to Slow Down You
.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus
) I'm bouncin' on them White Walls again And the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down
She's touchin' me so to start She says there's no turnin' back She's trapped me in her heart Chorus: Dirty Diana, nah Dirty Diana, nah Dirty Diana, no Dirty Diana Let
the eyes She's touchin' me so to start She says there's no turnin' back She's trapped me in her heart Chorus: Dirty Diana, nah Dirty Diana, nah Dirty Diana, no Dirty Diana Let
Walk down the stairs pissin' Cop us cause they're bitchin' Life isnt fair, singin' Blues and my rap drippin' Ooze out the blood Sinkin Deep down to earth
Chorus] YEAH, O let's do it Ay, O let's do it Ay, O let's do it YEAH, drug dealin music, Ay I influence, Ay I influence YEAH, O let's do it Ay, O let'
my trap girl You my down chick You my bad bitch Call her Ms Flocka I'm the doctor she's my Patient Let's get it poppin on a vacation Private Jet baby
, O let's do it Ay O let's do it Ay O let's do it YEAH, drug dealin music Ay I influence Ay I influence 1 shot man down His brains go ka-pow Ow, that
be exact Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain't coming We all got glock 40's, and let em thump
head to the sky, hopin God's gonna let me ride [Verse 3 - Jay'Ton] Reminicin bout the better days stuck in a daze got me feelin like I'm trapped in a
Gear The rose petal's here (uh) You from the concrete cracks never met a Fear (urr) Just a metaphor 2 better your head'll blurr Instead of blurr let it clurr how stress is and let
gotta stay strong I feel the pressure, now don't you know? Catch me, 'cause I'm falling deep down below [ANITA:] Oh, I can't escape, I'm trapped there