It'll be more dead people after this like driving in my car in the middle of the night. Getting your kicks in another girl's bed I'll have the motor running
And the restless heart should be captured once in a while
What I really feel
But it's pretty real to me
Well you're sadly mistaken
The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
Y el tipo era una m+íquina, un pasao de p+ígina, como las colaba
but I'ma chill and let Joe get wreck
Straying down a thin line
With the burden inside, you'll get lost.
my style would be perfect,
Cogelo, cogelo ah
and harowin
Travelled in endless trains
Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete
That I'd scattered 'round the room
Eminem: Fuck that., do that shit., shoot that bitch
You're my fascination
and burn their flags.
Deine Liebe gegen meine au+èer mir da liebste keine
Witnessing your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
De tes cendres
It will hold better ways to live