For your sake You've taken lights out of my eyes Stealing my heart Burning my love Ripping my soul A black mark that means Dead and gone Mercy on me Cruelty
your sake You've taken lights out of my eyes Stealing my heart Burning my love Ripping my soul A black mark that means Dead and gone Mercy on me Cruelty
me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst
the cops now I's no dummy get yo bread on but if you go the wrong route then you will get your head gone that's why I got capablity's to stack some
prison And being sick is better than being dead 'Cause when you sick and in bed, you're indebted to meds Cloned chickens walking around without heads
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and
cause his honor and strength And we all gonna die Allah tally us up While you there say what's up to lil malla and duck And I know yall niggas restin
you guys, and all of you gals This is what they sayin when they hearin them styles [Chorus] [Verse Two] Off the head to head, born to dead Arm
hope they come home soon 'cause I'm waiting in the bedroom I'm gone and I ditched the ride And left the dead wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping
got a worried soul; And this blue tattoo on the side of my head Left by the number nine coal. Someday when I'm dead and gone To heaven, the land of
'm dead and gone To Heaven, the land of my dreams I won't have to worry on losin' my job On bad times and big machines I ain't gonna pay my money away
unda turban and tam Approach dem neatly wid grenade and bomb Drape out Sizzla pop him out and bam Warlord nuh business everybody dead Mi try fi hold di peace and
handle all the pain the pain of wanting more and me wanting the same I throw on my shoes I run outside and she's gone all the things going through my head
nigga, 'cause I'm close to the edge and I'll jump of with a rope that's wrapped around your head send a dead fetus to my ex on valentines day the safety
it's going down that new road lookin' for a job Travelin' and lookin? I hate Travelin' and lookin? I hate Some day when I'm dead and gone To heaven
Of this mechanical man He's a living, breathing nightmare He's twisted and he's mean In his head, the walking dead Are his secret war machine Oh, oh
