of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. It all happend so fast. I'm on the verge of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. Don't know how long I'll last. I'm on the verge of ANOTHER BREAKDOWN
born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery sun My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
t read too well Nobody loves me, nobody cares I dreamed about a life but I'm livin in a nightmare Paranoid schizo, set back, snowbound Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown
And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack dead in the rain she Lost her first child in 74 And that lead to nervous breakdowns bicardi dark she
and the pain And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack dead in the rain She lost her first child in 74 And that lead to nervous breakdowns bacardi
wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin? I'm askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action Communication breakdown, it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown
one has it's own means Values are relative And changes violent This city Has come to a dead end On the verge of a nervous breakdown With my microphone
war Ready the troops, feel the wrath of my sword My tongue cuts your mind with the depth of a razor Picking off the target with the infrared laser Breakdown
"and I'm sorry I had a fucking mental breakdown, how many times did you...could you be normal if someone disrespected your dead father every chance they
white Ayo why don't you tell that crack head To close the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like Break the fuckin'' breakdown
make sense You're pullin' just right out on first offense Ooh, baby, play it smart For you go south with your big mouth Let it take your heart Danger, there's a breakdown dead
daggers in, nothing touches me now Feel the vacuum of my heart; suck the life out of your bones Feed upon the spirits force... tear down, breakdown
Nervous breakdown Stress build-up Um And I'm paranoid Skitsofrantic I just think I'm God I know I'm God I'm God I'm stressed out like a mu'fucka
poor beaten insides. Gimme the key to the city These midwest eyes are dead tonight. This demon smile is aching to explode. Let's gather our bones, our guts and our hearts
I bought a breakdown torn out paper cut heart To find another rejection Ever lasting phases A fake smile to chase some cheap affection Reduce me to
things hopeful dreams I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking Touching without touching, candles in the dark casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart
symphonies with no ends. A drawing board with no eyes prays someone out there's telling me, "You're better off with that girl." I spill my heart into
