re deep And you move my mind From behind the wheel And I lose control I can only breathe your name I can only breathe your name I can only breathe your name I can only breathe your name
way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath
wants dead A blunt head turnin' punks red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest Grab your soul, mold ya flesh Hold ya breath 'cuz your next
the love Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs Uh, and its all to the love Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz [Chorus x2] [
Only 21 with his whole life ahead of him, Thinking about the friends he had, Now that they're six feet under, Paying the price for a blunder, Can you
to deep in the game to be tryin' to change From fortune and fame and glamor I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta it's a blessing to breath
the white man call me master, I'm six, six, six And need to repent to the pastor so fuck the radio And close your ears but read my lips, I rips and
and turn [p] your head gets light [e] and your chest starts to burn [p] so you lay on your stomach [e] and you tuck in your chin [p] pail by your bedside
the white man call me MASTER I'm six-six-six, And need to repent to the pastor SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips I rips and if
make the white man call me master I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor So fuck the radio and close your ears but read my lips I rips And
. Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the floor Six feet
Howa??s to lie six feet under regret? Dressed up as a whore Heal your soul a?? find a way Throw your sloughed off skin in the wishing well Take your
so dear You're six feet under And still you breathe Lines that crawl across your face will ruin your faith in what you need I am the lord your
m way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath
doing my part, keeping my heart together Grip glue, from the start In this dark, I can't breathe no more, wondering what this life's for Living six feet under
white man call me MASTER I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips I rips and if you eat
alias name, but the truth Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether woman or dude Shiny suits and pretty makeup, homo rappers in trucks Leave you six feet under
wants dead A blunt head turnin punks red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest Grab your soul, mold ya flesh Hold ya breath cuz your next
