Everyone's dying, of their own free will, their minds have stopped working, so they take happy pills. They want to get away, from the world, but wait
Übersetzung: Ende. Glückliche Glass.
lead the little dickwipe [Violent J] Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls What's this? Dead end
Brandon and at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy
y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass
give me is pain And I'm not gonna be with one more casualty 'Cos all you see's a human bandage Tell me I'd find you're happy inside and if I end this
they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning
check all through my bag and tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning
daddy die square on your birthday? Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day Or appear in the end and be happy he made it back To be just in time
the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of my
in the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh Ha, cause that's the end of the saga The end of
down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End
the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end
airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new
stretched out and yawned Brushed my teeth then I carried on Got myself dressed and off to work I got there early, the boss was happy "hey, good mornin
Would you like to go with me Down my dead end street? Would you like to come with me To Village Ghetto Land? See the people lock their doors While robbers
I could tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next playa hater and he'll break like glass
adventures Will lead the little dickwipe Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls What's this? Dead end
