A man with no conscience He hunts you down to change his game, increase his odds He looks kinda charming He wears it well, he uses looks to camouflage
Driving in my car, listen to the rain See some pigs fly by, nothing in my brain Scratch some thoughts on paper,couldnt be harder I guess I should have
It's the end of silence I'm convinced that you are here I'm hiding to find you I'm scared cause you are near (you see) all ammunition is pointing right
It's cocked and loaded As I point this at you Right at your head God I wanna hurt you Then under my breath I whisper these last words I feel your pain
Burn with me now cause Im leaving tomorrow For a long time. Just to see this fantasy through. So lay with me now cause you know Im not sleepy. Cant turn
So tell me if I rescue you Would you respect life thats given back to you You must start we have lots to do And you must promise to succumb to me and
Cant you see Cant you see The way you're feeding me My head its big again I got control Don't you know But a little spot light and I will want the
You would swing if you knew what they do To control me, to control you, to control everybody That they want to. Law is made, healers framed for breaking
This fight is so debilitating Its somewhat humiliating This fight shines light I see my faults standing there like bulls eyes Yet they are ducking all
Dare to look down the barrel Of a gunI know one Run to free through the mine fields Run run come come Trained, brave yet lost Fighting an unnecessary
a Kit-Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye bye Maybe my glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga It's ugly
a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me n-gga It's ugly
left a notice of eviction And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen And a little angel with a keen sense of sound Who saw silence in the records
juggling heroin addiction, he overdosed And left a notice of eviction and cradle record in the kitchen And a little angel with a keen sense of sound who saw silence
relax wit 'em and spend time to the maximum But if silence is golden then me making noise is platinum I gotta be Tech and Daddy and Hubby But music, women mixed with family's ugly
were my favorite We both know our love will never end Comform me in, into the wicked... Into the fallen mass graves, four-legged dancers Silence the
I've been living in the pain Cause when we fight sometimes When we're clawing at each other Got to think it's all for something at the end of all the
for fuckin' cover bum Blite, AK, SK, .44, Tre8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away So bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut throat End
