. Bye bye brain. So long sanity. Everything went away when she left me. I can't think since this morning. My head is acting strange. It's all one big dull pain: bye bye
Translation: Groovie Ghoulies. Bye Bye Brain.
Bye bye brain. So long sanity. Everything went away when she left me. I can't think since this morning. My head is acting strange. It's all one big dull pain: bye bye brain
it, cock it, aim it baby, boom bye bye Set your standards lower, boy you're aimin' too high Matter of fact your friend looks better so, (huh) good bye
pictured them naked. The police are on their way (come out with your hands up) good luck, Shy Ronnie Bye, bye! HA-HAA! Ronnie motherfucker and I'm back from the dead, Brain
's a no-no 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready To die, to die, to die, nigga, bye bye Shots might be fired, yep everybody gon' run? Naw, shootin
get mine Gonna floss up in the bed Watchin' niggas watchin' me That's tryin' to take mine But I got somethin' for 'em, watchin' niggas Runnin' away from me It's time, bye, bye
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'? Needin' general assistance, out here needin' public housing Out here tryna make ends meet, tryna get on their feet But see your brain
shorts so fuck ya man Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain Hey, we slay
you tell me why these niggas bleedin' Needin' general assistance I'm here needin' public housing I'm here tryna make ends meet Tryna get on their feet But see my brain
your fella curse by the versa tella a soul sella, hangin out for the clout, probably blow my brains out and hopes them chains fall out I wouldn't doubt it, bye
The lullaby of Broadway. The band begins to go to town and everyone goes crazy. You rock-a-bye your baby 'round 'til everything gets hazy. Hush-a-bye
I told the bitch she better have my money Or step to the AMG You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
give you a ring I erase the hate that made you mean Got you 20 lookin' 50 and you only 18 Then ya slate clean it's not a fake dream Bye bye hatas we
brains (The fuck in your brain) As I sit back and say, tally ho One of these days your punk ass gonna go (Bye bye) Guess you had a key to figure the
crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye
the fuckin' Game up Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit-Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye bye
the f-cking game up Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
