Traduzione: She Wants Revenge. All Wound Up.
'm all wound up, got what you need Got what you need look out baby! 'Cos I'm all wound up, 'Cos I'm wound up tight feeling alright Do with, do with,
m all wound up, got what you need Got what you need look out baby! 'Cos I'm all wound up, 'Cos I'm wound up tight feeling alright Do with, do with, do
know you gotta Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all, Erase 'em all Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all, Erase 'em all You wanna stay you
it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up Look and learn Next
I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave up and snatched you out the
The open wound she hides She just keeps it bundled up And never lets it show She can't take much more of this But she can't let it go And that's ok,
Never above, Never below, Always beside I chose to back off from this open wound, to sweep this all into flames. Scream under streetlights 'till the
Her Kids And Waved Goodbye, She Had A Real Bad Habbit Of Taking A Sip, Before She Put The Car In Drive, Now Shes Gone And Wound Up In The Way, Nothing
in rhythm and blues [Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)] In the heart of the city you was born and bred You grew up smart or you wound up dead Things
if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a B-Boy style. - Bullet wound in my smile (AAHHH
the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk Stick up kids
there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all
all you want to Cum all you want to But I ain't gon' want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face BITCH that's a bullet wound
We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigga The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die [Chorus x2]: Krazy Y'all niggas
This next one is dedicated to all the stoners in the house to the ones that smoke the weed hydroponic is on Mother nature supreme step back and dream