Tekster:
Broken Bones Losing Control

you believe in Sin Losing Control, Losing Control Die, die, die, he's gonna kill you fool Losing Control, Losing Control He's gotta kill to satisfy his soul You're losing control

same The bitches are bitchin', another face, another name The bitches are bitchin' look around they'll shoot you down The bitches are bitchin', 'cos a bitch is a bitch My self control

I'm living in the fast lane, I got no time to die Get off my back, I wanna take someone's life Don't look at me in the same old way Or I'll get a gun

Violence of war, a time for mankind to fall You're already dead, you signed the papers you never read In the Killing Fields you have to pay The price

No place to run and hide To free the pain that's in my mind The whole world's falling in on me My brain is numb, my eyes they cannot see Jump into your

It started about 5 years ago I was standing on the street, talking on the phone A big black car pulled up to me She said you'd better get in She had

get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty,

get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty,

If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with diddy (*phone sounds*) Red bone pretty