skucao sam ovo sranje u vojsci, mrtav umoran i mrtav spusen, tam' negde 3-4 sata pre ustajanja (znaci oko 1-2, s' tim da svi lezu tam' u 9)
6 in da morning, army boyz up and runnin'
ready to bust yo' shit and start gunnin'
ya' down,
from town to town
i acted clown
and now im with my 7.62, all around
little zizzle, uncrowned king of shoting range
act foul, inna split second imma change
the mortality rate,
stonecold killuh, no debate,
but still they gonna fucc us, if we come late,
and half of the time, our main weapon's a fuccin broom
like we're a damn quidich team, so i pump the volume
on my headphones and write rhymes deep in my mind,
and every single one's for her, if i could just rewind the time...
fucc it, i gave my best with the cards on deck
i cant fold, it aint me, so i'm just gonna check,
take my time, and then go all in,
even tough i know i cant win,
but i got 160 more days
to find me alternative ways
to make her belive that this damn face
will do every fuccin' thing just to make her happy
fucc my mood swings, and fucc me feeling crappy
fucc the shooting, i'll always be a G
fucc the army, i want her beside me
fucc the wet dreams, havent seen a girl in weeks
but with her around i just dont see them, other chiccs
is it love? obsession? or something third?
i know you'll read this, and just listen this little nerd
saying his word,
i got this damn bird
in my head, and she's always singing your name...
i know it aint gonna happen, but my love remains the same...
