Tekster:
Tool Feel The Pain

game Feel the pain It leaves no stain (leaves no stain) Feel the pain The name of the game Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel

out, if I miss ya, hit ya, bet one of these thug niggas get with ya, split ya. How ya feel about murda, man? It's still the same, fuck with us, we

all i feel is that i need you my love this is all my spirit can take any more and i will surely meet decay won't you reach out and touch my heart ache feel

s so messed up she don't feel the pain Oh she's so messed up she's always been the same Oh she's so messed up she don't feel the pain I think know what

dark side tears you into Hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel

' but I feel like they actin' And I ain't talkin' 'bout vacation if I say that I'm packin' Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes If

loan shark spaghetti no meat balls At least yall can eat y'all can feel my pain When a cloudy day feel my rain No food no drink just hunger pains Thinkin

me but if I die, bury me a motherfuckin' G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece 'Thug

feeling that I have And I can't fight it I'm so excited Delighted to show these fools that they ain't got the skills to do it They're like a mechanic without tools