green & red, If you need a friend I'm here, Yeah, but no-one understands me any more. There's no way home, There's no way. Out of the box you've made
Traduzione: L'Open. Out Of The Box.
the danger street used to make that tension shoot pella sober-bees? One of the most faithful weapons of choice remitting rifles, 223's Some of em in the plastic fresh out the box
they scream drama [Kill you bitch!] Could it be they don't know that they fuckin wit a G? (Rat-a-tat) I'm goin to sleep but wit my eyes open I'm gettin
a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they
perspective of a graveyard box, You end up in the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards, Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket, Worms in
on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted [Tupac] Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
Woke up Couldn't hardly sleep cause it was Xmas Ran downstairs to open gifts up Could it be the Fendi bag that I want, that I want? So I shook the box
no more and make dildos out of playdough [Chorus: Suga Free] If, you, don't Leave me, alone I'm, gone Lock you in that little bitty box again, bitch
puff that chron and get fucked up i snort that shit and get fucked up my head is always so fucked up i'm blown this X got me fucked up we hot box so
while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black lex, hard-top My mink drop-top, fresh out
I serve Never clip the wings if they seem a little out of touch Let 'em fly free please, don't try to box 'em up [Chorus] [Aceyalone] I open a lot cause
is broken, glass is broken And class is open, and it's still left smokin [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it sickenin? What kind of little box
assured ?? and thongs on down car phones, somebody passed out with the car door opened, assed out run up on him, see what he got a nice box of microphones
t wanna be a part of it You see the fake in everything that is real You hate the paradox You put us in a box We gonna find out what makes us right or
early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk Serpentine, in and out
can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle Zig zag and zig 'em again before they can pull a badge out But I lash out Another thick installment