than I am This hell in my head I swear these feelings are running me over You're over my head You're over my head You're over my head You're over my head
번역: 물에 풀. 내 머리.
way Like I can take on anything You're over my head You make me feel like more than, more than I am This hell in my head These feelings are running me over You're over
this way Like I can take on anything You're over my head You make me feel like more than, more than I am This hell in my head These feelings are running me over You're over
mush Now my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell
?s all slipping with the sand You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand The back of my hand Guess we both know we?re in over our heads We got nowhere
long after you've gone These days go on and on and on and on and on Out of the fire into the swimming pool Sometimes, I drown my tears Same old fears
swim please believe its goin down your under-boss'll stand there an watch you drown you know how mnay times i've been in over my head but its dat fight
across the street selling me stog's at half price for the mights, the maybes, the nauseating pitfall my girl, my friends for the fact my window opens
cannot again return home razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read what
me now I'm making my move come on and love me now --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash my hands Washed my hands of crimes Pour the water over my skin, my spine Cleanse my soul and ease my
how my life used to be I'm doubting me Before my world started sinking I don't wanna drown I used to feel so free But now my back's against the wall
metal plate in his skull Plus, I stick my blade in, your guts I ninjugated Put a screw in your head like Eddie from Iron Maiden And, in a pool of blood
my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
it?s all slipping with the sand You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand The back of my hand Guess we both know we?re in over our heads We got
