ringing in my head you can't see what i see, you can't feel what i feel Guilty - the time will surely come guilty - when i pay a heavy price - guilty
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Coupable.
the ringing in my head you can't see what i see, you can't feel what i feel Guilty - the time will surely come guilty - when i pay a heavy price - guilty
in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it
When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things
the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Chorus: sung
or oppresses you. It could be anything. In my case, it's my neurosis, my depression... but I don't want it to be limited to that, it's certainly different for different people. It
to be bothered With all of this nonsense it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content - - the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" And all
to be bothered with all of this nonsense it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content - - the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses" And all
us, and it's Not over 'till we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop when it's in it's Truest form, the greatest,
you never came up again 'Cause you're so sick of it all And you want to change everything Just how deep will you go To see through it all? If you could
y'all can't see that Y'all, cats, can't touch me Y'all, dudes, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis
A Muffled Clanging Sound I Remember Sitting Later On The 253, Trying Not To Cry But The Crying's On Me, Sick To My Stomach Feeling So Guilty But A Cant
with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung
Dead cell Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said Learn a lesson from the almighty dread Jah nutty warrior, nothing's scarier Kids are getting sick
