found my time, while she goes mad I'm starting bleed and when I drown in regret I don't find the hope yet give me another chance so, give me another chance
your water born by down have you ever dragged your time? I hope to meet you in your mind stay on time, like everybody you will never drown in your water born by
we are looking in every harmony drinking milk we are drinking fast to get back and how we feel? we are turning back, it is too sad behind your wall because
please welcome in this fucking world you?re not alone do you wanna feel like animals? well, change your road when I looked at God something was wrong
I?m not talking 'bout this world I?m just talking what I?m looking for? so I?m tired because you are waiting on the wrong side where is your fake
?ve become like one of the others I think I?ve become like one of the others I think I?ve become like one of the others There was a frail syrup dripping
here Ready to deliver, number one, all they internal sins On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
they pussy The I start stranglin' babies See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go
and left in the cold I want to heal your conscience making a change o fix this dying soul Born into this world a broken home Surrounded by love yet
the cold I want to heal your conscience making a change o fix this dying soul Born into this world a broken home Surrounded by love yet all alone
reach the other side I'ma see the cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker then it's on again if I could be born again I live my life through
ride on my twelve cylinder symphony But if you got other plans The purpose of a woman is to love her man And we'll paint by numbers 'Til something
a ride on my twelve cylinder symphony But if you got other plans The purpose of a woman is to love her man And we'll paint by numbers 'Til something
now we lampin, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem" Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
a ride on my twelve cylinder symphony But if you got other plans The purpose of a woman is to love her man And we'll paint by numbers 'Til something sticks
