In My Head Lyrics SSwitch I don’t talk about my feelings I go Mia I been working saving money for a rainy day I seem like rainy days they come & go like everyday Lately I been hiding from my feelings threw love away Ain’t got no time for bitches I’m on a money mission …
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Silence(interlude) Lyrics Trevor Canon >These girls just want be silent (These girls just want be silent) These girls just want be silent (These girls just want be silent) These girls just want be silent (These girls just want be silent) These girls just want be silent (These girls just want be) Ah-uh, I just focusing …
Knife. Lyrics Frxcio Gettin\’ stabbed with a lethal needle in the shadows Self-inflicted, no tellin\’ of tomorrow Blood drippin\’ down like rain in the meadow till it end Skin turning white, like a squid stabbed in between its eyes Can\’t tell if I want to die Don\’t even hate life Just wanna see how emptiness …
Crash. Lyrics Frxcio If one good girl is worth a thousand (what) Then why my homies stress about a girl With the body count same as policeman Big man? Pig man Laid man? You ain\’t getting laid Lay down and eat yo\’ donuts You gon\’ be shootin\’ at they brains Lanes, crips, when, who, what, …
Devil’s in My Soul Lyrics Trevor Canon : Radio and all my guys being fuckin ready now I keep my flow like I\’m a sicko (sicko) All devils in me gonna die (die) Supposed to be free from this case But opps was from there got a chase There homies from streets on my yard …
Hard Times Lyrics H-H-Hard times, there\’s no love-love to be found Havin\’ hard-hard times in this crazy town-town-town : FBG Dutchie I\’m from the city of fallen angels, you know it\’s hell there Homicides, drug abuse, public care, welfare Gotta keep your hammer \’cause you might get nailed there \’Specially if you live here, you …
Breathe Lyrics FBG Dutchie 1 I\’m just a product of my environment, a special one The products of our environment could come home, consignment (Cho Money) And the late nights of grindin’ for the finest Because every dark cloud got a silver linin\’ And where I\’m from, everyone got smoked or got their time in …