Crying in my sleep Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying) Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her) Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying) Crying
Traduzione: America. Crying In My Sleep.
no hoe in my blood. My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud. My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them shrooms
for us Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones Nations overthrown hold my own on my
start writing Been fightin in the belly of the titan, my tourniquets tighten around the livin? but dyin? My pen floods the pages while the children are crying
screech which may have startled a few from this middle poor Americana dream. The rest only to sleep. My speech the soundtrack to their nightmares. Moonlight, once again Burns my
who's buying Who's tryin who's crying who's lying in a pool of blood dying Peace sells but who's buying Who's tryin who's crying who's poppin with a four
emergancy room, room You can feel my heart beat, beat, beat If she gone pull through We gone find out soon But right now she sleep, sleep, sleep My mama
pathway- to which I am no stranger Danger lurks the other side, once I cross, I black out And I start to act out, act my age, act my color Act a fool
y'all both That's why I rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close Memories float Nothing else to do but smoke Now I'm numb with a lump in my throat
y'all both That's why I rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close Memories float, nothing else to do but smoke Now I'm numb with a lump in my throat
my age, act my color Act a fool, actin' other then myself (in a way) Quick, to the shelf, and dusted of the AK i walk with no reason, America's demon
my motel room For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes I give my all for his cherished prize Oh why, oh why? I, I Miss America crying on TV Silver
hoe in my blood. My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud. My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them shrooms
sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to sleep Go to sleep [x14] Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies
us Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones Nations overthrown hold my own on my
