fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help (4x) Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help
fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help [x4] Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Cry For Help.
too fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help [x4] Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help
we dealt They kick you on the ground when you most need help Until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf Then you start to cry because you all by
kick you on the ground when you most need help until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf then you start to cry because you all by yourself so just
it be hard for me to cry so I laugh away the pain and roll the time by this life I'm livin everyday is reality at it's best all my doggs dead or gone
*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac and harmonizing vocals repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain
tell the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait
*s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It
ready for whatever Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for
say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside,
is on the line my love is on the line A little late for all the things you didn't say I'm not sad for you But I'm sad for all the time I had to waste
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
down all the need for people Heaven I wonder will the devil catch me shall prevail Lately even heaven is flashy sick of this amazed envy And it ain't
? I'm sick of all the questions All the "whats" and "whys" Like "What happened?" "Why'd y'all break up?" "Why we never see you cry?" But do you know how it
believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made that Cd for
