Now, all I feel is nothing but pain, You've sorted out, most everything I've gained But in the wake of it all I see your face smiling back at me I won
freaking out A total fuck without the taste No trace, erase, disagree You say you wanted this in your life But now you're eager to disconnect I put you in the frame on
The shot that took you out Open wide Put your foot in your mouth It stole your secrecy Lock the door Throw away the key Don't deny this Know you want
There's no sign of life in this hole I live in The lights are on, but nobody's home The only thing I love is this glass friend I can't put him down (give
To Be Just Like The Last Time This Is The Last Time Just You Wait And See You Won't Believe The People Im Meeting They're The Ones You See On TV Sooner
I try to assure you That I'm not disillusioned And it's not where you are But that doesn't change the Way that I feel about the plan I know you're talking
I have always compromised Buried me with all my lies You belong to something else That isn't tainted, or pre-mediated Quiet! Don't tell anyone! It's just
Translation: Bad Language. Slaves On Dope.
Translation: Blair Witch 2 - Book of Shadows soundtrack. Stick It Up [slaves On Dope].
Translation: Slaves On Dope. Colombian Ascot.
Translation: Slaves On Dope. War Pigs.
Translation: Soundtracks (other tracks) soundtrack. Stick It Up [slaves On Dope].
, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants
pair of jeans at the mall Had our way with the broads Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all Seem like every other day we brawl That AK on call When
on the music, SLR ruthless And the next whip is that Ferrari cart Game over - body parts [Hook] In this world I'm so alone In a category all on my own
dope boy I'm a dope boy with a guitar Tell 'em if they looking for me I'm on the road to the next city Ridin' with the dope boy Dope boy with a guitar
love to see me do the old man dance boy I smoke plenty grass boy I'm touching on the ass boy go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy I'm from
't been to jail They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell He told about the murders an' the whole operation I feel like the slave on