now, now is when I want it Talk's useless and overrated Now we have to try and stop this all from happening It gets inside my head It picks apart my
got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away like it was yesterday And we could run away If we could run away, run away from here I got a bulletproof heart
to spend It hurts, wounds so sore Now I'm torn, now I'm torn I've been far away When I see your face My hearts burst into fire Hearts burst into fire My
') Let's get into trouble Lots of trouble Rock star You know how to rock hard Hello midnight lover, lover Hold that lady tighter Shoot that bullet through her My heart
coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let the rain wash away All the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits And they've forgiven my
My love's a revolver My love's a revolver Oops I guess I shot ya My finger's on the trigger I had a bullet with your name on it Click click, I'm a sex
owe anything To hell with 'I'm sorry', bombs away No, I don't owe you anything You're like a bullet to my Brain, I'm numb, can't kill my fun If you
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name? Hello, I need you like a bullet to my brain It seems I'm never breaking free While you sit and watch me
Hey, when I give you these keys, homeboy Don't move my car, man I ride in the front, ya dig? Don't move my shit man Ho! Ho baby, what's your name? Go
his either Dipped into the back and took a breather Heard steps steady in closin' with the bullet skeezer Gotta do somethin', I ain't scared to go But yet my heart
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background.. better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music} [P. Diddy] Yeah can you hear
door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my
gonna do when it's your turn to go? Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision Watching my life go down, like Christian Listen hear them bullets
spoken Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies 'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my
it, Pull it Yea, yea Pull it, Pull it, Pull it Yea, yea Pull it, Pull it Go ahead and make my day Click clack away You take away my very breath Call