when you look in my eyes I couldn't begin to explain I'm almost perfectly sane but I'm just fucked up on life I'm just fucked up, fucked up on life oo
you look in my eyes I couldn't begin to explain I'm almost perfectly sane but I'm just fucked up on life I'm just fucked up, fucked up on life oo
Traduzione: Il Mr. T Experience. Fucked Up On Life.
I fell hard you see me gettin up i'm fucking up adversity in a temporary state of clarity Hmmm, life is a parody, paradox enigma I shed that skin with the stigma roll on
t been done ain't nothin wrong with you girl I ain't the one... Yeah come on, but you can. tunderstand why it. s so damn easycan. t understand why it. s so fuckin
won't do Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! An shit fuck a check, I rather cash And you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the past But
bless, leave you laying on the deck fuck your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug 'Aint no
bust, hold up nigga several of us Niggas is jealous as fuck, yo got my metal to bust Yo tell em what up (Nah kid, I might touch up the flow) You freeze
necks, on corners with a bar Shadow rocks and a Geniva real ready to go to war We don't love nothing ready to murder something on sight Put it on my life
m scared Momma my head, so won't you get it baby We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on [Bizzy Bone] Experience with different women, my
momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? " They put me on punishment but that didn't work, Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt. And throwing up
't do Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! An shit fuck a check, I rather cash And you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the past But
m so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Mrs. Crabtree
I'm so rope they call me mr. roper When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the yankees Get over on ms. crabtree like my
so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree
're just going to wake up and say 'fuck him'." "I'm not going to relapse. What I've experienced is closer to awakening." "I didn't say 'fuck him'."
fell hard you see me gettin up i'm fucking up adversity in a temporary state of clarity Hmmm, life is a parody, paradox enigma I shed that skin with the stigma roll on
