Row back from the other side. I can?t understand the voices Shouting in my weary head. I fall to my knees before them I?ve become a living dead. [Chorus
back from the other side. I can't understand the voices Shouting in my weary head. I fall to my knees before them I've become a living dead. [chorus
head Died for you but wasnt trying to be dead He went round and round, cause theres nothing better to do What could be better than dying for you Split
niggas to plot to rob me. Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin. Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em never forgot
but their fax machines are safe just another fucking reason why i hate this fucking place the fish are fucking dead in the water and the ugly stares persist and i forgot
let go 'til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason
sure ain't forgotten So on remember whenever or wherever dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that (There's far too many of you dying
pays the toll, it takes control So I can be a better dad, I can be better in bed I can be a better man, I can be better off dead I can a better son, boyfriend
go 'til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason
t let go 'till it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a
waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin' Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load 'em Never forgot
go till it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason
out to you, baby (Crying) Sitting in my lonely room Filled with nothing but gloom and I feel like (Dying, dying) (2x) Hey, y'all help me (Dying) (Ah
: Years fly by with every minute I am dead before I'm born. I try to get out of my tomb The struggle inside makes me torn. I have lived forgotten Since
dead I'm dead before I'm born I try to get out of my tomb The struggle inside Makes me torn Years fly with every minute I'm dead I'm dead before
could i ever go back.... back to the life where i lived amongst the dead those who have forgotten how to feel and become slaves to memory and wishful
of thank We tossin' these bitches, but ain't flossin' our riches Buy some T-shit with pictures for my niggas And bitches still wishing they was here But they gone not forgotten
their fax machines are safe just another fucking reason why i hate this fucking place the fish are fucking dead in the water and the ugly stares persist and i forgot