same mirror With his eyes a little clearer We watched the reflection standing This is only the beginning My dead end girl My dead end girl No, dead end girl No, dead end girl
With his eyes a little clearer Read what the reflection's sending, This is only the beginning. My dead end girl My dead end girl No, dead end girl No, dead end girl
mirror With his eyes a little clearer We watched the reflection standing This is only the beginning My dead end girl My dead end girl No, dead end girl No, dead end girl
Traduzione: Cieli. Dead End Girl.
never happened But I aint trippin cause we'll colabirate some day in heaven All of your albums classic All of them slappin Is there a heaven for a G I
niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen Seem like soon
low shootin' blow with Meeka Yeah it's a crazy world, see how a baby curl When there's crack in the pregnant stomach of a baby girl Neglected offsprings end
Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor
cocaine, give the folks your whole name And some of these killers, jack for bread That's why most of those killers, end up dead And some of these police
Talkin' all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah) Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises (She's dead
cause you coulda had the world now your nothin but a Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle And some situations end
motel And an angel is crying 'Cause her good man fell From Hillbilly Heaven To Honky Tonk Hell Somewhere in Hazzard On a dark, dead-end street Where
y'all, and ya dont stop Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and i
Five minutes till the soldiers till they bring me to my death So very close just to breathe my last breath As I?m here in the garden I felt the heave
cutting close like knives For a sandwich and selter, so probablt sell the Clothes on they man's back for fame and wealth or Go with the next man's girl
Mac Lethal, Approach] Like, hairy hand Approach to beat little girls up, with large ?? Mother nature is a manic depressive And father time is a dead
