some bitches I swear, they look gay in a black Range Rover, been outside all day If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way Please, I got kids to
without your love I wish I could take time I wish oh I wish so hard I wish I could take time I wish oh I wish so hard I wish I could take time I wish
crazy. I go skitzo, I get so insane I just go skitzophrenic One minute I want to slit your throat The next I want sex. You make me crazy, the way we
bitches I swear, they look gay in a black Range Rover, been outside all day If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way Please, I got kids to feed,
And I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, Man I feel like a failure, a mute in
Come on, let's step to the back Ya know what I'm sayin' I take you to the back and show you some of my techniques And I'll stomp a mud hole in your
. And I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, Man I feel like a failure, a mute
Or 5th or 6th, 'cause way more advanced I look up in the sky to see if God is judging me Suddenly I feel Fatima and Medjugorje come to me Sittin' down
the air, cuz I'm about to blast Bambue bout to set if off on your ass Bring it on, what, the way I do this Ain't nothin' to this, raps run through this
thier sides And now, every home in this small town They feel the way i felt now Oh Wow, After all the mess made now they feel the way i feel now
I'm in amongst the heads, whether somebodies or nobodies Dealin' with me has always been known to be dodgy I'll make your feet muddy, I'll show you that I'm godly I
Headphones set alight from the heat we supply Voltage on high elements elevate to the sky Derive the means like slim But never shady on premier Cultivating, Navigating, air
'll still hit me 'til they veins dead out I'm trapped [Chorus] [Verse Three: Billy Nix] I saw four corners, crackheads on two of 'em Whores on opposite sides; I
my sock and I don't wanna be broke I've got the sentence of the junkyard fever ?? And I'm burning temptation as I look to the stars For a time when we
ll still hit me 'til they veins dead out I'm trapped [Chorus] [Verse Three: Billy Nix] I saw four corners, crackheads on two of 'em Whores on opposite sides; I