on the generator No good food in my frigidator, damn And I'm late for work Don't that sound bad, horrible, no inspiration, no goals I know it sound like
번역: T - 아픈데. 나쁜 짓이란.
't hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
t hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
Sound is my remedy feeding me energy Music is all I need. Baby, I just wanna dance I don't really care I just wanna dance I don't really care... care
my head Babe, baby, believe me If I stay, it ain't gonna be easy Okay, we'll do it your way But this is the last time You'll hear the beautiful sound
from the daddy's little girl type, Can't even imagine what her world's like, It all started off as a youngin, Stepfather used to touch her, And she couldn't
a trance and he's never feeling no pain I could never be a racist because I possess so many faces I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair
day wasn't like the rest Instead of takin' the test I took two to the chest Call me blind but I didn't see it comin' and Everybody was runnin' but I couldn't
world can?t shake me, bad times can?t make me sad Whoa, 'cause I've been there before, don't wanna go no more The world can?t take me, won?t let it drive
beautiful as life is there still could be pain Down the block I hear the sirens just-a screaming away And then the inevitable happens the ending of days Sad as it sounds
pain of niggas comin' back Nigga lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed Niggas they can't fuck with my clique I'm here to break 'em off for chunk A D E A T
barely see me movin' Gotta shorty waitin' for me that I been pursuin' And I ain't got far to go She a bad chick, somethin' I ain't tryna ruin She's
it Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth [Chorus:] [BEEP~!] If I don't pick up just leave me a message I don't pick up, just leave me a
You get courage in your fears right after you go through it Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school Don't
so violent Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed
didn't think that I was gonna change I know, I know But still the way you make it sound Like I was gonna put somebody in your place I won't, i won't
