STRUNG OUT LYRICS "The Kids" Don't pack your bags don't bring your things just leave them all behind Don't you worry about a letter left for someone
and shoot the sun right out the sky The spark of our imagination will keep all hope from running dry They'll write about us all if anyone gets out alive
译文: 精神不振. 把孩子.
gasoline and shoot the sun right out the sky The spark of our imagination will keep all hope from running dry They'll write about us all if anyone gets out
: Puff Daddy, Mase Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah) Get em all strung from the tip
, Lord have mercy on them. 1,2,3,4, your cousin's here round here selling dope, While they daddy, your uncle, is working round, strung out. Babies with
shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise,
shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out Hung out with celebrities from every drug house So when you remember me say that I was strung out
Now this some bad weed The very first time I hit the weed I was young Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81 Going to school, hitting the buddha
, kids with little niddys Hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin', cursin' out
shit ain't fly You need to spend a couple nights with a drama queen And did you ever seen a crack baby How bout a 30-year-old woman strung out into
I wanna ask the Lord Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me and why's it so rough when you're young and black They say you go to jail or get strung on
honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana Ain't seen my momma since the last time we hung out Now six years to be exact 'cause she strung out
it's a prison Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the few is risen I made it out the hood but my people still there Some of them dead, strung out
to put the ring around the collar in check She's nothin but a bitch other known as a witch with an irritating ITCH from trying to switch Strung out ass
cocked March in like parade of scars if you been stabbed or shot Son, we smokin' these batons right in front of these cops Callin' out to the kids,
