for you Do you rememeber when we used to Do you rememeber when you used to Do you remember life Well, as you?re led out to the slaughter You ought to Think
you oughta Think about your life, you wouldn't give it up Think about your life, you wouldn't give it up Think about your life Do you ever stop, think
Traduzione: Drowning Pool. Pensare.
you Do you rememeber when we used to Do you rememeber when you used to Do you remember life Well, as you?re led out to the slaughter You ought to Think
you Do you rememeber when we used to Do you rememeber when you used to Do you remember life Well, as you're led out to the slaughter You ought to Think
law My lyrics is hot in the summer June Without Loud Records, my Army make more noise than kaboom Magazine queen turn fiend for CREAM She drown in the pool
Verse 2] I come alive when I feel your thouch and I can drown In this pool of love, you could get what I'm thinking of Come rescue me, what you think
deh inna we accounts When we count them up a so it sound Acres fi we and no frown Full the money pool and mek dem drown [Verse 1: Assassin] Just, buy
gone, 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
twice about all of this You're going to pay for what you did I will make sure that you fucking pay Do you think anyone would notice If you disappeared Do you think
all the money we spent on the tools Rhyme sick til the spit makes a puddle of drool And we drown in the beats of the record pool Gotta learn real quick
suggestion, they don't seem to care-o This is my generation, drowning in despair-o You'll never find peace of mind in your pool of self You'll never
shove it I ain't working here no more Let's all go use our sick leave up And then we'll shoot some pool Got brand new skinhead hair cuts You think he
bitch homies that got life and niggaz that run thick Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool I
light, but never lost sight [Joe Budden:] Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters My men think
I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothin but
