re gone, gone, gone [Verse Two:] Cause being a friend was killing me softly Hear voices Wondering where I went wrong It was my fault, in the wrong time, I wonder so often
is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She hath my heart in thrall Nor life I owe, nor liberty For love is lord of all And often when the beetles
One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the
Healing is difficult Often results in psychosomatic I admit to enjoying drugs They get rid of tension, boredom and static Hate those adverse sideeffects
look I guess I'm your man Oh! My love be quiet and be quick I found a house to live (keep out the weather) I'm blind and I'm sick I heard the sound
I'm gettin' sick and tired, yeah I'm gettin' sick and tired Very sick and tired, homie If I had a Coupe right now, it would be on E Sometimes I feel
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often
in Tell your boss you ain't gon' make it to work in the mornin' And why you explainin', go ahead and throw a coffin And kindly explain that this won't happen often
weak one You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever With the real crazy, pyscho sick
't play at all, ball like a small foward Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous Then I just kill it,
was anxious for all that would come next? But then she wept, what did you expect? In that big, old house with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often
of hell Came back with a hard shell and hard as nails I went through it all, do it all, screw it all Small, you recall, the hard times as a juvenile Often
to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt Everybody and anybody who come to my party Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? X Often
writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick
're gone, gone, gone Miguel Coz being your friend is killing me softly I hear voices Wonder where I went wrong It was my fault And the wrong time I wonder so often
me how we wearing diamonds When there's little kids in Sierra Leone Losing arms for crying while they mining Probably an orphan who's momma died of aids He built a coffin working often
scrotum It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu