May 2009
Dags att lägga ner efter 6år klubban o skorna på hyllan haten av för er alla vilka sjuka tider det har varit tsm(L)..........Ps gammal bild
I need a "Real Love", Mary, holla at me if you need a real thug We could ride through Compton and see real Bloods, Real Crips and I'm-a always hold you down, that's real shit I'm the Los Angeles king
It's just those rainy days Spend a lifetime tryin' to wash away Until the sun comes out and shines again Smile for me, smile for me
It's just twenty percent skill Eighty percent fear Be one hundred percent clear cause Raul is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the europe in flames And I heard him wrecki
I'm livin' life in the fast lane with no L's or brakes Why should I care about tomorrow when I'm doin' it today
starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfucker
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work Fo
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Idag blir det nog chilla hemma o inget mer:D I chose lust over love, as foul as it sounds But that was then and this is now