's nothing left to write There's nothing left to writeThere's nothing ever left to write There's nothing ever left to write There's nothing ever left
Oversettelse: Kill The Young. Nothing Left å skrive.
nothing left to write There's nothing left to writeThere's nothing ever left to write There's nothing ever left to write There's nothing ever left to
What uuup!? This past year was a rough ride, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would
about Left lane, Yung Boss Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out We about to take it straight to the white house Cook crack clean it up then I write
from good times, good men say a??If you want to talk do it silenta?? Therea??s nothing you can tell my damn fans to stop liking me or writing me they kill
class, I got a D 'Cause history meant nothing to me Except a definite nap that's why I always sat in the back I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme 'cause
go and bust your gat again But if you got a problem grab a pen, write a letter And send it to the Outlawz, we'll try to make it better My young soldier
holes through the chest Through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left
Government got it where you can't do shit no mo' The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow Never mention schools ain't safe no mo' Killing in the
be the same, never be the same, My life, you've always been there, Now you're gone and my heads spinning, Left the childhood, left the memories, left
the same, it won't be the same My life, you've always been there Now, you're gone and my heads spinning Left the childhood, left the memories Left the
pray, but I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about
childhood best friend when we were youngin Playing all these kinds of things and we were huging A positive something is better then a nagative nothing
five little Caselys? Or he forgot to mention them. [Roxie Hart] What? [Martin Harrison] Oh, yes. [Roxie Hart] That bastard! Yes, I killed him. I would kill
frosty sauce Deep dish 18's Out of state play things Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing Eleven left hands with them platinum face things Busting a left
sight let nothing bleed into nothing and did nothing let nothing bleed into nothing and did nothing at all let nothing bleed into nothing and did nothing let nothing bleed into nothing
bit *****z only feel your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killa shit My clips bananas, I kill
