Teksty:
All Left Out Who We Really Are

whoa I know this isn't what I wanted I never thought it'd come this far Just thinking back to where we started And how we lost all that we are We were

love Darlin' ain't no feelin' left, it's just the killin' Oh! Just grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for

sheets I made promise to my brothers in street crime We'd get paid with the use of a sweet rhyme We put our minds together made the tracks clever Now we

, all the ladies say ho, all the hoes say (Ha, ha, ha) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left

' horribly Unhappy with the riches 'cause you're piss poor morally Ignorin' all prior advice and forewarnin' And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren't we

? Just look around, I'm beamin' (We are lasers) They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now? I'm beamin' (We're not losers) I get my energy

's right I think I'm really into you Best left, let's leave it all behind Tonight Crazy when you cross my mind All the trouble we could get into So what

jumpin' out the building Watch out below, a million out the door I'm about to go H.A.M., hard as a muthafucker Let these niggas know who I am I'm about

You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all