We are nothing A lost cause for a lost cause The hourglass is a loaded gun Running short of sand Breaking every single mirror I'm burning every single
Traduction: Bleeding Through. Elle Gone.
We are nothing. A lost cause for a lost cause. The hourglass is a loaded gun. Running short of sand. Breaking every single mirror. I'm burning every
cemetery Cause that's where all of my people rest I can't take the stress, I'm fin to send it through somebody chest That's why I walk around pissed
one punch and drank punch fuck a thugs life my life is what you dream of your girlfriend's a nigger lover in case you haven't noticed she's the dopest
dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And
rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through
Bleed, when you thought you knew Do you hear me shout?! Bleeding through my ribbon on my eyes (to come home). What I'm thinking now when I take you
just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemesis is su nemesis Ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's
sky... that's why my... even can't hide, You know without I'm gonna die, You clip my wings I can't fly, Mu mama told never cry, She never told me to say
I can not stand you, baby, because I'm gone I'd better hate to see you at the door Baby is not no love, love .. noo If that's what I tell you I hate loving
ready..." There's no one to take my blame if they wanted to There's nothing to keep me sane and it's all the same to you There's nowhere to set my aim
lovers left me to bleed alone Found something sweet On the island with daughters of eve But through thick and thin they've gone away and only left their grief Oh, something's
you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I
swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina
So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would
