This is not my life This is not my home This is not me I hate this! This is not my life This is not my home This is not me I hate this! Your voice
this ain't home Hating this I mouth your name This is not my life This is not my home This is not me I hate this Your voice in my mind Come
Traducere: Static-x. Acest lucru nu este.
say this ain't home Hating this I mouth your name This is not my life This is not my home This is not me I hate this Your voice in my mind Come
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin' waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda
is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x) Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up
ready? I'ma run while gettin' front It's 'cuz you?re gettin' none Here the cop, they hit a nun It's all with a gun What is done is what is done It'
is Tim's I'll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline And supportin' your kittens if you're convinced They keep the scripts movie-men Experience and hard is
up (who want it) X2 Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club Man im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug And it's like oh pal, wam,
way static electricity sting see Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror Visions of yourself and error could never clearer The truth is that you ugly, not
tat-tatted to make his blood splatter "You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..."
Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin, Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit this flow, cause
what? (Pass the popcorn)" 4X * It looks like another one's comin around (3X) So The Square Roots gotta get down, bust it Yo, I wrote this, basement
woman/you hate that bitch! Let's make love/nah eat this dick I love my music but I hate this shit! [Chorus] [Verse Two] Now take this ring -
Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid The son of God is brighter than the son of man The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is
be equal if the president is black and a A Chi Town resident at that Hope we focus on this instead of wars in Iraq The future is bright or will it be
sick of it Me to Stop playin' This here is for the Tan shade man with the braid's Stop playin' with me I'm sick of it Fake punk wanna be Flip on this
