Estas actuando al azar. Alguien te vende por jugar. . Estas mordiendo tu dolor. Estas con fiebre de ambición. . Estas mordiendo al amor. Mientras intentas medicación.
So sad, so sorry for yourself, but I've gotta go.. You can stop, stop dragging it out.. You can stop, stop dragging it out of me.. So sad, so sorry to let you know, that I've gotta go..
So this is passion in a rather un-poetic fashion.. Sprawled across your bedroom floor entranced in. fits of rage turned into air we're gasping.. . And I'm held captive by your bodies precious prison..
[I. Sleeping Wide Awake]. . Once, not so long ago. I lived far below. Where you are. I didn't even know. Home was far away. I was sleeping wide-awake.
Baby, what if I slide, a little closer to you. So I, can see the blue inyour eyes. Tell me, do you mind if I lie this promise to you. If I, if I promise to take my eyes from you.
Pull up at the light. Wait on it. Wait on it. Wait on it. . Green light. Skate on 'em. Skate on 'em. Skate on 'em. . Oh, make a jealous nigga hate. Then watch the rims when he skate.
Icy blue and numb I crawl. The red heaven gapes at me. As I embrace the pale,. my final thoughts will sail.... . - and now depression flows from your eyes.
In the coma vaults. In deepest sleep. You tie them up and watch them swing. from the rope of insecurity. You start to question the reason of your mind.
How can we escape the insanity. that lurks within?. However, strange it might appear,. it's back to torture me again.. . You should know that I have tried before,.
rollin rollin here they come. outta pickup trucks into the clubs. sweet little small town hotties. (so hot). from the hollar from the sticks. in cowboy boots and blue jean hips.
[Yelawolf]. Half of these muthaf-cking rappers don't know shit. aint seen a gangsta aint seen a brick. and then they wonder why when the OG's come around.
Intro (Trae). You know. I never did understand why they always told me to smile. S***. It ain't too much s*** I gave a smile for. Real talk. Yo still a a**hole by nature.
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, Im the bullet, BIAATCH!!!. G'd up from the feet up.. A-B-C D-E-F. . [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]. I'm a G to the end the end of the road.
People say it doesn't exist. 'Cause no one would like to admit. That there is a city underground. Where people live everyday. Off the waste and decay.
Unsettled hearts. Promise what they can't deliver. Bring me the wine. And the cold night air to clear my head. Gray matter memory house. Master of this trembling flesh.
I'd heard rumors and I'd heard talk. About the trail you'd left of broken hearts. About the sea of tears too wide to cross. But a little bad press has never scared me off.
One, two, .. one, two, three, four. . Sweet and high at the break of dawn. Simple tune that you can hum along too. I remember there was a time. When I used to sing for you.