Broken Dreams

I woke up on Broken Dreams Severed heads Full machine-gun Bitch I was alone since the first dance At school shooting on the scene God I wish I was different I wish I was better God But nothing change I shoot my shots with the mac 11 God Damn Fucking intense Fucking depressed Xan in my stash Sip of a bottle of wine I fucking die on my bed Found the day after Blood of my nose White like a ghost Done with the hoes Got a blood bath Massacre inside of my home Pushing weights Till I come alone Coming home Now you know bitch Mofuckers talk a lot Talk enough and They don't know Shit Pushing weights Till I come alone Coming home That's the whole hit Mofuckers talk a lot Talk enough that's a New hit Ready to kill Come Kill Bill Stile militare Shaquille o'Neal Non mi puoi Mica limitare Non faccio trap Non faccio drill Non sono lí A imitare Sti quattro kids Che si devono ancora svezzare Passato a male Passato a fare del male Passato che non mi passa E che mi fa male Bevo per dimenticare Ma poi mi dimentico Che ho gia bevuto Ogni ricordo è perduto Ogni pensiero è caduto Dentro alla tazza del cesso Con vomito e sputo Pushing weights Till I come alone Coming home Now you know bitch Mofuckers talk a lot Talk enough and They don't know Shit Pushing weights Till I come alone Coming home That's the whole hit Mofuckers talk a lot Talk enough that's a New hit