Tekst:
Squeeze Images Of Loving

to time Left to remind me of something I'd forgot The images of loving before I lost the plot What was love to us, just sensation What was love to us

it, reveal it Bein' reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it Squeeze it till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

suicide, when we will realize We've been desensitized by the lies of the world We're oppressed and impressed by the greedy Whose hands squeeze the life

kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between

the I'd rather have fun mc, instead of the carrying a gun mc, all I am is just one mc, I love hip hop like most people love god, you can question

internet with images they can't forget We want it we want We want a reason to live We represent a generation that wants to turn back a nation To let love

But Your Squeezing Me Tight I Can Still Remember Once It Was Me In Love Now Your Here Squeezing Me Wanting Me To Be An Image Of You [CHORUS] The Love

will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast Rap in the street, to do without ya While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya Look and see my image again