Where the sickness starts, You stood there and preached Independence and faith, You talked of commitment then Made an about face, Take Your Place! A-bout face
Traduzione: Un no come risposta. About Face.
when it's over and I'm alone I'm lookin' for the one to take me home I gots to know, I need an answer Would you be my private dancer? [Chrous] [Verse
doin a bid Dumbass niggas you supposed to have ya allibi straight When ya gettin interogatted you supposed to keep a straight face I keep it gangsta for
false misery, regurgitate monotony i've been praying for ways to make this anxiety subside i haven't heard an answer i'm not sure what these hands are waiting for
[Hook: x2] You in a balla race, tryin to get all in a balla's face Workin you hips at a balla pace Wanna see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place
live for our own gain it seems What's mine is mine What's yours is yours I fear we'll lose the faith we ignore Now look around to find an answer The
straight when you walk A place for everything And everything must be in place Stop crying or I'll give you something real to cry about Oh! Brush your teeth Wash your face
got a captain A captain? You mean a man at home? The answer is no I came to this bar alone Well heaven's to Betty, enough about boyfriends already just
't want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine Men (Yep) I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face I
escape my demons we will meet face to face. You stand with eyes like the winter and a reptile heart. With the fury of a lion and the face of an angel,
Released from rotten thoughts No more pain And no more gods Try to understand You're the artificial enemy An illusion we all need For our sake For our
every stabbing word about you stings An allergic reaction towards all of this Have to respond, although without an answer back And I throw everything back into their face
ain't a song waiting for God to answer Brothers call me "Dog", they got the letters backwards I'm back with a plan of attack to reposes my Main face in
damn good meal And I think we'll Blow up like dynamite [Boo] I'm a sucka for them ghetto women But I don't love em I just love to fuck em An' I don't
:] I'm sick of y'all askin me the same stupid-ass questions [Zone:] over and over again, ay bitch don't worry about [Zone:] askin me all that, just fill
