of my rope hanging on your every word i'm finally getting the hang of getting hung up on girls like you don't let me let you go don't leave me here all
my rope hanging on your every word i'm finally getting the hang of getting hung up on girls like you don't let me let you go don't leave me here all
Traduzione: Hit The Lights. All Or Nothing.
ain?t got nothing to eat) Last verse, I hope you understand, I?m trying to turn in all these damn beer cans my hair is all long, my lips all chapped,
the ceiling and on the walls Mirrors on the floor so I can see it all No need for hide-and-seek, so drop them draws And raise that ass so I'll splak it all
feed me I'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming? Five fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights
in plastic Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now Treated like a stepchild Was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all
yeeah!) Scrap the plate, move the weight I got the itus. (uh!) I'm sick. - I'm addicted to the dough (hahaaa!) You take a hit of how this feel, you want
Storing a light tool, that's more than a knife fool And an aviation book from a Florida flight school But I could give a fuck about taking off or landing
I blow out a cloud I let the drama go All the bullshit, the issues, all the gossip goes All the rumors, all the whispers, all the talk just goes All this
it's just the booze Check my niggaz, what's the gossip, what's the word Puff some herb, all I see is niggaz runnin', chin shots All I heard, dip behind
a light bill Don't you ever think about bumpin me cause I'm quite strill? Then I go fold me a brother faster then light will If da' car don't get to whippin
sense so I sensor Your whole jam, I'm swole man, I am the inventor Of all music, who's it all about in the this universe I search earth to comfort all
want Nothing less Yeah yeah, Amillion nigga what [chorus: Amil] My bitcheeeesssss, light it up and don't stop We gon make it happen til the last one drop My niggggaaaazzzz, light
He ain't shit." Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies And rolling my weed right next to the police Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling