road With your baggage that?s dragging you down Don?t look back, let it go Ooh-ooh [x2] Who?se gonna save you when the stars fall from your sky Who?s
With your baggage that?s dragging you down Don?t look back, let it go Ooh-ooh [x2] Who?se gonna save you when the stars fall from your sky Who?s gonna
[Intro-Layzie Bone] Yo we vibin' What?! This is.....(Im' a str8 rida) another Self-Entertainment Production (Im' a str8 rida) (Im' a str8 rida) Bone Thugs
with Vanity Fair Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy
be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me an' no matter what they do There will never be another you
burn Niggas is flies yeah they over rise, but I hide in the dark Cause where the fuck was these niggas at, when I resided in parks Bitch I slept on the bench, ten feet away from
it That's on my momma trust, nobody but friends to my kin For the slightest disrespect I'ma commit another sin When I... [Chorus] - 1/2 [Z-Ro] Tragedies
you and you and you me no other way for we to be toss the dice eventually snake-eyes spells a tragedy and I release unhappily the magic now a fantasy the another
are numb from the pain of regret. Converting pressure to construction, and the pain is wearing thin. Betrayal's only reasons. I will not die alone from living with another
other Type of problems that had held me back Couldn't tell me Jack now I'm gone in my own zone You ain't gotta tell me that, so me trail me back to
you asking me? With my accurate accuracy, immaculate faculties, with a nation in back of me. I see promising situations evolve into tragedies, I just
' the raw you should know this Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion Scheme for cream, me and Amillion Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back Put holes in ya back
to hell like sadam Appetite for destruction corruption To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin Always into something you heard of me Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy
be leaving soon Victims come and victims go There's always lots to spare One victim lives the tragedy One victim stops to stare And still another
But overcome by pride and sadness He did not endure Surely his death was a grave mistake How many deaths do we really calculate? Isn't it true, Lord Tragedies
