I can't stop- can't stop thinking About you at all I called you up to come on round tonight You wouldn't give a straight answer But you wouldn't say no
my last goodbye, this nightmare ends, you?re asleep now, get up. I set my friends on fire. I think I?ve lost control, I see you?ve lost your smile as
I deal wit my adaptive difficulty faster And question my projected technique as a rapper I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamor But I cant control
Sol, La, Si-Do These are the tones that will activate your ohms Who have lost their faith, who have lost their hope Who have lost their point, who have lost
chorus:] My life fades away and the blood my heavens weep Will penetrate my soul This thirstiness of grief the lost chance to believe My body lost control
My young ladies sell sex, it's kinda clueless Let's get through this, illuminati's tryin to screw us Blood for blood, ash for ash, life is bigger The
through squads I split em' come, come, drop the sewer Should I hit em' up on some 'Pac Shakur shit? On top of the globe, givin' the world violence, wants control
games, bugs, and funneling cash I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bagel? Gangsta, Sherry
it fall nowhere else left to hide people screaming burn to ash fear of dying guess who lost Pray to live no more hope day of doom scorching flesh radiation lost control
it ride I've dug my grave and locked my door No prayers gonna save me now This machines superficial fate just awaits I've lost all control of my world
Burn to ash Fear of dying Guess who's lost Pray to live No more hope Day of doom Scorching flesh Radiation Lost control Bust to war Outbreak hate
a daughter But to be a fater on the brink os sanitity Would it be fair If one day daddy disapeared Weather I lost my mind or lost my life Left with mommy
my last goodbye This nightmare ends, you?re asleep now get up I set my friends on fire, I know I?ve lost control I see you?ve lost your smile as this
they dare to question you Just tell them that our love is true They buy your dreams so they can sell your soul Is it any wonder we've lost control?
to hide People screaming Burn to ash Fear of dying Guess who's lost Pray to live No more hope Day of doom Scorching flesh Radiation Lost control Bust
games, bugs, and funneling cash I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bag? Gangsta, Sherry
deal wit my adaptive difficulty faster And question my projected technique as a rapper I've lost interest in the battle glory and glamor But I cant control
