you look in my eyes I couldn't begin to explain I'm almost perfectly sane but I'm just fucked up on life I'm just fucked up, fucked up on life oo
Vertaling: De Mr T Experience. Fucked Up On Life.
when you look in my eyes I couldn't begin to explain I'm almost perfectly sane but I'm just fucked up on life I'm just fucked up, fucked up on life oo
m scared Momma my head, so won't you get it baby We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on [Bizzy Bone] Experience with different women, my
momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? " They put me on punishment but that didn't work, Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt. And throwing up
't do Cause I stay up in the office, with the toast too! An shit fuck a check, I rather cash And you know I shoot niggaz, don't bring up the past But
m so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Mrs. Crabtree
I'm so rope they call me mr. roper When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the yankees Get over on ms. crabtree like my
necks, on corners with a bar Shadow rocks and a Geniva real ready to go to war We don't love nothing ready to murder something on sight Put it on my life
so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree
're just going to wake up and say 'fuck him'." "I'm not going to relapse. What I've experienced is closer to awakening." "I didn't say 'fuck him'."
fell hard you see me gettin up i'm fucking up adversity in a temporary state of clarity Hmmm, life is a parody, paradox enigma I shed that skin with the stigma roll on
I fell hard you see me gettin up i'm fucking up adversity in a temporary state of clarity Hmmm, life is a parody, paradox enigma I shed that skin with the stigma roll on
m so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree
