Everyone's dying, of their own free will, their minds have stopped working, so they take happy pills. They want to get away, from the world, but wait
Traduction: Fin. Happy Glass.
could tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next playa hater And he'll break like glass Now
, doin' what ever Doin' my thing, Trevade bumps King Truck jeweling it, watch the medallion swing So fast nigga forget shit as time past Break a piece of glass
time, like it or not, like what you got, You're under the soil, yes deep in the soil. So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang and all of us fit
Would you like to go with me Down my dead end street Would you like to come with me To Village Ghetto Land See the people lock their doors While robbers
lead the little dickwipe [Violent J] Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls What's this? Dead end
than Brandon and at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy
in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of
y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass
Would you like to go with me Down my dead end street Would you like to come with me To Village Ghetto Land See the people lock their doors While
the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of my
whole outlook on love would change you brought out a happiness i didn't even know i had and now you've gone leaving without a goodbye that glass heart
Grab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker! (Chorus) Happy Birthday my olde friend. It seems this horror show will never end. Any moment's
down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End
the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end
airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new
stretched out and yawned Brushed my teeth then I carried on Got myself dressed and off to work I got there early, the boss was happy "hey, good mornin