creeps, give me the creeps Either you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go When I'm on her mind, I'm never comin' back Two timin' is
or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take
Bản dịch: Every Time I Die. Kill The Music.
you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one
music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I
I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Eminem] By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up I
it I'm gonna fight to the end It's in my music I'm gonna fight This is my exclusive Arizona shooting is that a big deal Cause every day in the ghetto
, bitch, every last woman on earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut, so wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy
the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
every time that They want to count you out Use your voice every single time You open up your mouth Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls Every time
Without you, but I have to Breathe Without you, but I have to I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born and every nigga gone And for every
other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring, should blame the game, and I could It's kill or be killed, how could I
a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to laugh, a time to weep A time to kill, a time to heal To everything - turn, turn, turn There
killing when it comes to my screeler Bang bang I gotta stay down for my hood thing Never ask where the killas at Niggas run wid automatic weapons All I really wanted was ah gun I
I been stuck in the struggle And I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble I'm gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And every time
