Broken this fragile thing now And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces And I've thrown my words all around But I can't, I can't give you a reason I feel
pawned off to grand mama The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama Lookin' for another baller to hit and never call her All in vain life in
Dig a ditch and lay you in like they do on Casino, ugh Repeat 1 [Celly Cel] Watch everythang, hoes be makin' niggas' nuts hang Disrespect the game, so I glock down in vain
, Lord knows sometimes it's rough 'Cause everyday we struggle and never get enough It's hard to hold it down, temptation in your face Crooks in designer suits
I've been contemplating suicide, but it really doesn't suit my style, so I think I'll just act bored instead who can take (alt: And Contain) the blood
be Or are you hiding from the scars of Your own reality? So you sedate And drown in vain You've got a pill For every day A suit and tie To mask the
I've been contemplating Suicide But it really doesn't suit my style So I think I'll just act bored instead To contain the blood I could have shed She
going to school, you come out a little better at crimes you do And when I die, don't dress me up in the suit It's A1s, dark denim, black hoodies, on
so cold Cry out in darkness - no one comes Cold and dirty - lonely ones Watching, waiting, yearning, praying Walls of concrete seal their cries While three-piece-suits
Beat yourself blind, beat yourself blind Beat yourself blind, beat yourself blind Beat yourself blind And open eyes and a closed mind To bleed in vain, to bleed in vain
test us Don't follow me that shit'll break your neck This week alone nigga I done ate your check Let my checkbook determine if I'm playin' in vain When
up, all nines and up And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough Dressed in black, black suit and my
, all nines and up And I better make my choice, the night's windin' enough Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough Dressed in black, black suit and my
Lyrics: Birgit Schuurman What's your age Says the man in the suit Thinking he knows all Believes he's cool That's what he thinks A girl my age Doesn'
You're not on my list of things to do 'Cause I've already done you And I'm protective, it's secure And only when it suits you And is this all in vain
c'est Ma clope, mon chit, ma dose Ma weed, ma coke, mon speed Mon crak, ma musique Tous les apres midi, je reprends Une tasse tout de suite je fais
darkness Digging for my art Which is my only friend Stuffing in potato sacks The ones that suit my special need Burial was but in vain They still come