Tell me what you want from me, cause I don't know exactly what you want me to be There's no place left for me to go now so why don't you come kick me
Tell me what you want from me Cause I don't know exactly What you want me to be There's no place left for me To go now so why don't you come kick me around
Translation: Strung Out. Wrong Side Of The Tracks.
Tell me what you want from me Cause I don't know exactly What you want me to be There's no place left for me To go now so why don't you come kick me
Put the undue questions out of sight Don't fool yourself, encounter the truth Face to face this fear sits tight For all the wrong reasons Strung up like
she's strung on dope I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote [Chorus: Hell Razah] [sample] "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and
'll break my back tryin' to track down some cash and make it out When all I need is her She took my heart out of the can before the trash was taken out
