mind? The more questions I ask, the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
mind The more questions I ask The more I find I'm lost at home Out of time The coins I've flipped land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end of
Übersetzung: Der automatische. Lost At Home.
own mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end
daily so you best be packin If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker!) [2Pac] Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail
witness the power Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend Chorus 3X Lost in the
, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at
t get the lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic
to pull fire on your opposition Revelation was the vision of this Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit My story goes back to them lost
fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck Now stretch I just got of the grey goose Hear at San Quentin Westblock,
grade At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade I to school from my moms apartment I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit Cause where I'm at
a boss, got the navi back at home so i dont get lost, but hey if i do its up to you to show me where your house is at, money in my pocket, spendin it
jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at
muthaf**ka passin away Fast to the bass that we fell wit the jazz and ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in
from my tierra that I call my home It ain't much, but it's something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge
don't hit the arcade I walk from school to my mom's apartment I gotta tell the suckers everyday, "Don't start it" 'Cause where I'm at if your soft your lost
