On a mattress that's been set to burn Looking up Looking out Reaching in Let it out That will never be me I will always be free That will never be me
that's been set to burn looking up looking out reaching in let it out that will never be me I will always be free that will never be me i will always
Vertimas: Mirties angelas. Niekada mane.
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed
' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me
in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phantom believe me clowns That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me Off
's been an accident like Geico They thought I was burnt up, like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta Angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what you thought they called me
hang around But if they knew If they knew you at all Then one by one the angels Angels would fall (Aah) Angels (Aah) Angels would fall (Aah) Sweet angels
me wrong, I'd never leave you for death It's gonna take more than that to get rid of me It's gonna take more than that to make me fade Oh, they'll have
ran from my house that cannot contain me From the man that I cannot keep From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone From my daughter that never
before his mouth wired Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter Hater talkin' never made me mad Never
first, angelic being cast to the earth It's time for rebirth, burnin' up the branch and the root The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit Turning me
Dame told me, tell you, he's doin' well Due to the circumstances, it coulda been Bellevue But I ain't gotta tell you, you lookin' over us Our little angel
smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me
got more guns than you and me But most people don't wanna believe That they still prejudice simply because we poor Do I believe that Mother Teresa was a Angel
homies, everyone who couldn't make it here today/ Lift your lighters up and say "RIP" Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me
and, help me" I'm in love with two women, the one that birth me And the one that birth her, know that you gotta hurt me Before you hurt her or hurt
