re choking, way down, way down now, what's left of you What's left of you, you're burning out, what's left of you Choking on doubt, you're choking Way down, way down
down, way down, now, what's left of you? What's left of you? What's left of? See no fear, speak no evil Are you screaming out to no one As you fall down
down, way down now what's left of you What's left of you, what's left of? See no fear, speak no evil Are you screaming out to no one as you fall down
choking, way down, way down now, what's left of you What's left of you, you're burning out, what's left of you Choking on doubt, you're choking Way down, way down
Traduzione: Gravity Kills. Giù.
casualty that killa don mentality in me and comin naturally Turn yo day into a tragedy, buck up and watch him drop with the gravity Had to be 3 times
heard of you so we usin motherfuckin bars of death to murder you [Hook] [Esoteric] it's murder death kill [Celph Titled] or it's kill death murder [
to never ever let the suckas rise, or let them bustas kill the high. 'Cause they jealous in the mind, they remind me of gravity always grabbin' at me, pullin' me down
must provide for her The moral of the story I'm building... Like ODB say, "We for the children" Nike make a killin off us, we kill each other, it kills
kill light like an eclipse Now bow down to this God, and all wish you will give to I Then infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake Make them bitches get down
man gotta deal, now y'all look just like ?? All you schizophrenics need help with reality Kill your two little personalities Shark getting snuck a salary Observe gravity
to call Sting 3 way and sing a chorus Break your camcorders so you motherfuckers can't record it Call the news, I'll kill your reporters Start a lawsuit, I'll kill
they can't stand me But quick to give me the patties, guess the public demand me Understand we lookin' good nigga, and we dressed to impress Puttin' it down
to get out And they are the directors who are dead and ? Even down south in Atlanta Police play the pawn for their master It's a disaster, practicing who can kill
you've done For twenty-five score we've got a battle cry Kill my, kill my, kill my, kill my Kill my, kill my, kill my, kill my landlord [Verse Four:
wouldn?t hurt to fall I'm already down It wouldn?t hurt to fall I'm so close to the ground It wouldn?t hurt to fall I'm already down It wouldn?t hurt