don't enjoy the game (well I cant control the way I loved her I cant control the way she breaks) Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre
't enjoy the game (well I cant control the way I loved her I cant control the way she breaks) Nothing ever changes in the bizarre Nothing ever changes in the bizarre
't enjoy the game (well I cant control the way I loved her I cant control the way she breaks) Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre Nothing ever changes in the Bizarre
Traduzione: Freddo. Bizzarro.
[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium '89 Benzes, guess who's steerin em? Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew They
keep on... Lovin' lovers You gotta keep on... Didn't I say Everyone is frantic the antics become bizarre Every last romantic's been banished to some cold
["edgar allen poe's strange tale of a gentleman whose true love succumbs to a fatal illness, is retold in the true fashion of the bizarre. a dreamy,
Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what? Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
surround my throat Insert the wooden arm - ride the crucifix Your life is mine - to hell we shall go I am possessed - lick me, I'm so cold... Blow me
Spraying On My Face Hands Are Punctured In Defense Brutally Dismembered Parts Are Growing Cold A Natural High Achieved By Death Perverted And Twisted Bizarre
Monuments, rise upon arrival Bizarre theories Questions and controversies remain Left clues to their origin in the stones Did isolation create this enigma
Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio [x4] The legends, go on back, my style is bizarre Course through my blood of course For the crews that
crazy Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby And I ain't never going home, Bizarre can for go It's cold I'll be for cyphering, right from
mat Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga But im far from that average joe that you know Use people for sheilds at shoot outs That i started, cold
he gonna do? You got niggas who said, "I'm out, I'm out the door this year" Fuck, all them niggas Fuck *Einstein* Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each
ganja greens This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D And if you think you out cold,
people that don't need it And I'm exporting you niggas without a heater [?] breathin' But there's none worthy If I ain't out murkin' motherfuckers, I'm cold
wanna be like you.. I don't wanna save the nation I just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebration One day I'ma leave this world.. I'm waitin for the revelation [Bizarre
