Hmm, I dont even wanna do this song for real But I wouldnt be real if I
I be sitting by and I be thinking, mama what have I become All I wanted was a family but I when I look I be the one Losing everything but money, everybody And I dont even get to see my
happiness I get is in the studio When I get to do run On the road, doing shows, get the woes it slows Getting cold, getting owed, but the flows sowed
I been doing this a minute, but I I want to end it Cuz I Im on a higher level when I go But the I be doing it, be losing it I'mma make it really for me to grow
All I wanted was a portrait See my babys on a ranch with But I was fucking devil bitches in I was really good, then I torched it
Im sorry Mrs. Jackson Im for real And I never to make your daughter cry But I guess Im a with women Im lost and I feel like I die
Feel it, Im rotting away, my life is jus off in the gray How much does it cost? I pay to lay and be off in a coffin today I mean off in ashes, this and after it clashes, if I get blasted This is suicide all over again, I thought that I passed it
But I guess I didnt cuz this one is written And is no mending But I broke, I'mma a joke I croak I jus hope that I wont be
But this a joke, I want you to know That Tech Nina is never Alone in my bed with a gun to my Asking, where is my happy Yeah
me who it is? What me? Where is my ending? What me? Is this a life living?
You how it begins But how it end for me? Will I ever Or He have it in for me? Will pop before I stop breathing? Is there light in dark Im seeing?
Yeah, I put my in this music, Nina is inside out I set my heart out for people, they know what the inside Will they keep feeling forever this? I doubt Can never cry for help so if you this my shout
Im searching for the passageway to But Im so I have to lay in nastiness Yes a strange year, worldwide fames near But the game's queer, I feel like Im rudolph the reindeer
But instead of a red nose, I in my red clothes And the music, they said blows is on the top and the grows Can you a mothafucka that feel like he possess a dead soul? Deteriorates inferior state, almost equal to bread mold?
Now as my head goes, wish I shed those Because all of the times the Nina was shorted when I bled So now that Im blooded and hella sick Is what the med shows, the tred And even think you reviving a dead rose, yeah
me who it is? What me? Where is my happy about me? Is this a life living?
You how it begins But how it end for me? Will I live? Or he have it in for me? Will this pop before I breathing? Is there light in this dark Im
Listen, Im on the verge of but Im competent Im breaking, so I picked one to vent The reason I away when you talk to me My brain is producing evilness, Im drowning in 151 and rum I
Thats how I I sit in the mirror with gun and practice how to kill But I know damn well that the people me Really wanna know how to
This is life is bout it, bout it Think of all the love I my quest is not a meal
I feel like you, stupid, dont talk to me Im up I dont laughter, Im full of bitterness and its backing up And I live with angels but lately been shacking up Tug of war my spirits, see the blood Im hacking up
I love my and my fans, inside I sob harder Cuz you paid the price for my life and its right Bob Barker And I pretend that its okay, Im no facade starter So I guess my happy ending is at a massage parlor, yeaa
me who it is? What me? Where is my happy What me? Is this a life living?
You know how it But how it end for me? Will I ever Or he have it in for me? Will pop before I stop breathing? Is there light in this dark Im