this way Like I can take on anything You're over my head You make me feel like more than, more than I am This hell in my head These feelings are running me over You're over
than I am This hell in my head I swear these feelings are running me over You're over my head You're over my head You're over my head You're over my head
Traduzione: Drowning Pool. Over My Head.
way Like I can take on anything You're over my head You make me feel like more than, more than I am This hell in my head These feelings are running me over You're over
These days go on, long after you've gone, these days go on and on. I'm out of the fire and into the swimming pool, Sometimes, I'd drown my tears but
the nauseating pitfall my girl, my friends for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash for the homeless man who walks my
the universe ngaz divin headfirst [Mad Skillz:] into empty swimming pools. your life ceases. Head meets concrete, skull cracked into eight pieces. I fill up the pool
to get down You came to get down You came to get down I like a that sound cause it's a party over here party over there party right here Hey And you over
my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
my life used to be I'm doubting me Before my world started sinking I don't wanna drown I used to feel so free But now my back's against the wall Can't
to me There's a war in my head and I'm your enemy I've got nothin' to say so just walk on by But look over your shoulder all the time No rational behavior
on me. [Verse 2: Keek Tha Sneek] Give me the dutche handling my all black rusty small, fat and husky four-four strapped tuckly I was on my lonely my
on long after you've gone These days go on and on and on and on and on Out of the fire into the swimming pool Sometimes I drown my tears Same old fears
that All I know is my people died so I could rap And what we do when we spit nigga, bitch, ho, dick We need to switch that to my brother, my sister quick
granola truck and a gas masl Chitty-chitty, bang-bang, better duck when my gats blast Stack cash, rumble and crumble civilization Battle when my battle sound drown
mush Now my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell
?s all slipping with the sand You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand The back of my hand Guess we both know we?re in over our heads We got nowhere
