Texty:
13 Faces Something Wrong

beauty queen Stare, rage, unclean Breath your last breath for me. This feels so right There's something wrong with me This feels so good There's something wrong

right back Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that, Yea Wake up in the morning wash my face and then

She said my name is Mary, please won't you take me home She must have been so frightened, all alone there in the night Something was so awfully wrong, her face

braid. Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong

trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go So how you feel? Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb To feel something

just something I did for a smile Hell, I still get a good one off once in a while And dedicate it to freehold Don't get me wrong, I ain't puttin' anybody

, yo, what's up nigga? You know the streets is a jungle You gotta survive out here You need a strong mind to do the shit I do You ever seen something

Heres Somethin That We Wrote For Your 21st) Yeah Everytime I Think About The Way You Died My Chest Goes So Tight I Wanna Break Down And Cry Somethings Really Wrong

right back Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that, Yea Wake up in the morning wash my face and then