Texty:
Falling Sickness Simple Needs

with a pistol with pistols, feel that the verbal'll serve you Heard my words are satanic and wishful Then see you all get pissed off, my generals need no horse We need

DOLLA BILLS ND EVEN IF I TRIED I CAN NEVER FALL OFF TO MUCH MONEY ON MY MIND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IM TRILL TO TOO TOO TRILL ALL THIS PENITENTRI SKILLS ITS SIMPLE

you Never gone back in the night Sick of this bull shit That's right you need to stay on TV Because this is my reality But I'm even sick of these hottys

us through No matter what they do you need to love me I ain't out there cheatin' on you, you need to trust me Wanna see you happy, never blue You need

Niggas, sick, shit Now whatchu wanna do, type of niggas They don't know now, they'll never know, that's how I feel And on the seventh day, the Lord made

t care Down in lower-level, man a simple situation Turned into, a 72-hour investigation Ima ex-con, so I don't need a walk through To dis jail shit, wonderin

pain is going on inside me so what you know about us? (2x) (MC Breed) There's seven steps to my attic follow me in Behind it keep it simple like a violin Fall

need your body near me Girl, you need to be right here with me so Hurry up and give your lovin' to me Right now I need your body near me Girl, you need

within Soul less empty all the voices linger deep Rise, weep in everlasting consumption Feed all the temples of society Sick, sicker than the locusts