mean? when all we leave is just a memory, it's a mad mad world we're all doing time in a mad mad world, we're all left behind in a mad mad world,
mean? when all we leave is just a memory, it's a mad mad world we're all doing time in a mad mad world, we're all left behind in a mad mad world, and
Traducció: Strung Out. Món boig.
it mean? when all we leave is just a memory, it's a mad mad world we're all doing time in a mad mad world, we're all left behind in a mad mad world, and
mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
to put the ring around the collar in check She's nothin but a bitch other known as a witch with an irritating ITCH from trying to switch Strung out ass
the heads around town goin? down Ah, man, you're wimping out on me here I thought you were a hard man with no fuckin? fear I am, man, I fuckin? am You saw me stickin? out
Fucking like bunnies Breeding like rats We're shitting out the babies and I'm telling you that that's Mad against the better judgement in this human history
tell it to boil loyalties, the shovel in the soil dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter nursed the blister in the sun strung a hammock between spring
want some next shit? Some blood on the exit? Onyx, watch me wreck shit as they exit But yo I keep 'em hollerin', Screamin' out for mercy minds Of a
Mase] -Puffy Daddy- Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah) Get em all strung from the tip
put the ring around the collar in check She's nothin but a bitch other known as a witch with an irritating ITCH from trying to switch Strung out ass
I came here Through getting stoned I perceive all the injections The scars that remain The needle tracks that stain the veins Rehab is a joke to me A strung out
trey-deuce Human behavior in a psychopath Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and break fool And pull out my get busy tools I write like a mad journalist To
momma and daddy try to keep ya out the ghetto Get a holda' to a black dick and wont wanna let go But I can understand, it's a racist world But go run
BAT BOY: I'm sorry, friend, I have to. I know, I know, it's rude I shouldn't work my problems out with food. I'm sorry pal, I've got to. It's either
