Everybody but myself Everybody but myself Everybody but myself Infant transfiguration Everybody but myself Everybody but myself Everybody but myself Transfiguration Everybody but myself Everybody but myself Everybody
Übersetzung: Der Untergang. Everybody But Myself.
now everybody tied to us Hollering out a ni**a name But never said what up That s**t critical, dispicable, unforgiveable I too like Hot ?? Your own fan won't remember you Thuggin but
hear the people callin, I'm passin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under
Verse 2: Yelawolf] Alabama homie, I wear it like a hat I'm a small town boy, I'm so proud of that Some people leave it, they fall til they fall flat I
know, Cleveland is the city where we come from Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never got our props 'til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But
crazy and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me Hit tha weed, and y'all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody
is through You don't have to try so hard To make me fall for you I've surprised myself With what I've gone and done Just today I heard myself Swear you
a late bloomer For me personally puberty could of came sooner (whoaaaa) I always seemed to be a couple years behind But I'm comin to believe that everybody
come down That everybody with luck, must run out Ya, so now I'm contemplating, like 'what's up now' The music thing is all gone, but I'll suck it up
keep passin it by now I cant lie but I love gettin high sleepy eyes smoking sweets til the day that I die don?t ask me why I love the essence of your presents never fall
m rolling for __ like Philly, I feel like I'm losing control of myself, I sincerely, I apologize if all that I sound like, is I'm complaining, But life
{I'm here} and shit on Brandy and Mase I'm more than ill I'm scarier than a white journalist in a room with Lauryn Hill {Ahh!} Human horror film but
world {I'm here And shit on Brandy and Mase I'm more than I'll Scarier than a white journalist in a room with Lauryn Hill {ahhh Human horror film But
dam Peter is young He tries to talk but no one listens to him Everybody?s busy living and dying Not thinking bout what they?re doing But look at the
swore that you were different I was telling everybody how my life turned around Now you left me yeah I smile and I fake it But I'm kicking myself when
crying In this place that I like to call my home Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place Not everybody knows that everyone could be living their last days But
can Plus a lotta people wanna break out the nooses, Pull down the sun and charge everybody to use it But I've decided I'm a keep to myself And plus I
