million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'
away Hey, hey, I'm gonna ride insane And at the moment life starts to burn I'm gonna ride this sunset down Hey, hey, I'm gonna ride insane And at the
million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'm
Übersetzung: Cold. Geisteskrank.
a million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'm
Lies! Lies! Hey, I'm gonna ride insane And at the moment life starts to burn I'm gonna ride this sunset to the grave Hey, I'm gonna ride insane And
a million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay All the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn't grey I have gone insane and I'm the
I miss my fende chick, used to be a wendys bitch I had to supersize her now she looking proper The price of good pussy ain't always worth it It can make you insane
i love you) you're loving me my baby, you know you're drive me insane and you know i want you though. take my heart and leave it in the cold, cold, cold, cold
to crumble into dust you put the evil eye on me green eyed monster's driving me insane and jealous lovers play a deadly game my fire is burning but you're as cold
to rep Him, they'd say I'm brainwashed But after I got know to Him then all the shame stopped They think I'm deranged, they call me insane They said
I.) [2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane
thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top
and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
My confidence, springs from watching y'all fall Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge I'ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin' Yes, I am speakin', but I ain't writin' So cold
You're so very picturesque you're so very cold It tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul whoa hmm One spastic explosion two pressure cookers go insane
: In this world of wild illusion My room cold as the grave Yes she knows I never pull my shade Is it a fear, fear of madness Or some strange alchemy
