Tekster:
Liquid Gang

Self starter since the age of ten I didn't know I'd have to go down Fighting down this road Again class clown to a corner I was bound a dunce cap wearing

To whom it may be so concerned I got a situation here I've got my head up under water I can only count to ten God knows I comprehend it When you say

I'm so envious of you You appear to have it all together No signs of dementia I applaud you You're so perfect, I'm so second rate No signs of lunacy,

It's my lack of sensitivity that makes me who I am A sunken buried treasure chest, shall I draw you a diagram? Wrap my wrists in heavy gauze that's two

Oversættelse: T-Rex. Flydende Gang.

a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough Drop that liquid

t the U-Ac No mo', still together Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the chair Holdin liquor in despair, gang signs in the air I shine in spaces

I just can't stand Up in my bathroom I sex six women mentally just me and me Me and my faithful right hand man tie up a Muslim And shoot him with liquid

's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin' with I don't believe the hype or buy Woof tickets Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seen like