greatest shape of my life So now, I'm on some shit like fuck, y'all All I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only I'm on some shit like Y'
Traduction: Drag-On. Feel My Pain.
the greatest shape of my life so now I'm on some shit like fuck yall all I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only I'm on some shit like.. [
Cause god gon make a way for me to get my hustle on. [T-Pain] Going thru a lot, sittin on the block now Thru a lot, slangin out my drop now Thru a lot
, off this Alabama tie Falling short of my plans, so my anger is rising Let me take out I-10, while my pressure is climbing I can't mind on drank, so
Hear my voice where you are Take a train, steal a car Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me Catch a plane, catch a breeze On your hands, on your
To anyone passing by, that's who they're talking to. There was someone on a platform talking to the folks About the T.V. god and all the pain that it
gone. When everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend I?ll grab a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my
for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be okay tomorrow One shot for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be
the rain burning spears in my brain cause me pain sometimes make me drained but I cannot complain - mad the ugly good and bad had some happy with my
what they want 'til they finally let it all go The pain inside coming outside So many ways to drown a man So many ways to drag him down Some are fast
your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When my time is up, be my ....(?) Like Adam's work on God's green earth My reaper, my reaper baby, ....(?) is my
never ever Tore my life apart I know how to maintain And you know I know my part On a holiday, a permanent vacation I'm living on a cigarette with wine
long, Yeah! Alright! Hey! Love?s got a hold on me, baby, Feels like a ball and chain. Now, love?s just draggin? me down, baby, Feels like a ball and
she used to be my only love, But now I have three: Sad songs, cigarettes and whiskey. I write em down on this old guitar, As if a pen could mend my broken
