: Feeling not all right My line, told to die So hard not to unwind Find some wall to climb Capsules cover the signs My thoughts in a land mine Too late
Feeling not all right My line, told to die So hard not to unwind Find some wall to climb Capsules cover the signs My thoughts in a land mine Too late
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah
White flag hands up, I ain't got no room for them no (uhhh) If love was a crime id be doing way more than life (uhhh) Girl I'm through all I see is you
All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Twista:] Now let a track go past like this and Twista not fuck with it, y'all done lost your mind I could hit
my white flag And I'll wave, wave it I'll wave my white flag I'll wave it for you Ohh wooh I'll wave my white flag And I'll wave it, wave it I'll wave
Born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white tee's wife beaters button up
language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right
I am is based on the life I was given like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+ I used to be a christian and a political porn the bible is right and all
hunted and sought My little white grains are nothin' but waste Soft and deadly and bitter to taste I'm a world of power and all know it's true Use
changed nothin Huffin and puffin I got you rookies All in check doin the redneck boogie The king is back to retract the whack Repacked my sack with a double back pack Forget all
to be, So that's all folks,.. I go hard pause, Hospital flow get more gauze, I'm a bad b-tch on all fours, The president be like it's all yours, Lyrics
bout em And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out Yea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush We see them Confederate flags
in me And all my business all my sin is straight ?? and thank the hood for all the love they gave Forgive em all for all in this to hate ohhh let
Dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to this shit right here This that real shit here this is the soundtrack to the realness right here Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin It's all real all
bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur For all the loooos-errssss [Ill Al Skratch] Aiyyo mayday, mayday Raise the white flag
like a rabbit And then never taking care of them has just become a habit I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen Y'all could not be just like me if y'all
