Plain and simple, are you okay? For tomorrow, we generate the courage today. Is your will about to quake and melt? Let me help, let me help. Psychopathic
? Plain and simple, are you okay? For tomorrow, we generate the courage today. Is your will about to quake and melt? Let me help, let me help. Psychopathic
Traduzione: Bad Brains. Let Me Help.
to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday
my soul? Mama woulda saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look
was younger Gave us what you could And supplied to our hunger And pops left you with nothing but scars and bad memories Though your soul was dead you still had energy He cheated on me
I like the city girl I like the country girl Don't let me get high and get the munchies girl Girls (when I'm 99 I'm a have me a woman that's fine) I
green girl I like the city girl I like the country girl Don't let me get high and get the munchies girl Girls (when I'm 99 I'm a have me a woman that
stink of piss dead heads lying in the corner staring at me making me feel BAD I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a way
hoping I don't know how I'm coping On a highway I'll let the bad things taunt me But do they want to haunt me? I don't know how they find me On a highway
in the name of progression Advantage unfair, requestin' for drug testin' Verbal aggressions Ya'll rappers is pathetic I don't kill MC's I'll let them
people thats down with me cuz the evils out to get me its easy to decipher who can taste me alot of locals used to hate me but now i think the tolerate
can struggle with love will leave in unimpressed an' Cocaine and things enter your brain your body straight infested With such a sick, a sick death won't let
official hood figures Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm's ya'll shoulda cock blocked me then Now a dime later haters try n box me
believe in war Need some more currency, streets observin' me Third defree, tryin' to see billions before they murder me Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks Catch me
get my n's deep and...buy me a truck Get high, get up instead of walkin' with that duck I'ma let mine hang ? let the Desert Eagle sing Let it be known
out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play When it come down to you or me, it won't be me Got quick hands, call me "Quick Draw", I
never let the game catch you slippin' Take care of your Personal Business Don't let the game get you, it'll drive you insane [Bad Azz] This here life