know the feel And it hurts too much My baby left me She left me all alone She's never coming home And I want to die My baby left me, my baby left me
Oversættelse: Ten Years After. My Baby Left Me.
keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still
loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzy
wish I could show them all of my secrets And they might see through me But if I tell my secrets or expose my weakness I can let 'em tear through me
And she ask me did I like her I said well kinda All of a sudden she jumped out her seat Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street She
and left out in the cold But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die Hey, my papa told
Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked Knowin' in my
my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say, "
her She ask me did I like her, I said well kinda All of a sudden she jumped out her seat Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street She
My mama gave me up when I was four years old She didn't destroy my body but she killed my soul Now it's cold 'cause I'm sleeping in my back seat Understand
I birthed that is my curse Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons Grab the sharpest no. 2 then I'm stabbin' Somebody let me
MC of all time Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the tussin' and the morphine
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
hell My alarm clock every morning is an eternal tolling bell The two headed dog's been chewing my leg off for seven hundred years Three wise-guy monkeys on my
my mother Two years after shed been laid to rest And still some things I need to chisel off my chest My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brother Ten years after
is to my ten year story, in another decade you better be better prepared for me in the first four years, you were all ears then the next six, you left me
