Besedila:
Finger Eleven Lost My Way

trunk) On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace To all my 223 spitters, hustlers

[Q-Tip:] Uh, ah, uh... My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this So raise your glasses for the lost ones in your life... Dilla Dawg and

is the way of the mountain they took half my nuts and berries and riddled "who's counting?" bit my finger with the truth, the blood was spouting now my

revolutions per lifetime, form the killing, it gets a hold on you Black shines from the large wall of choices, disturbance, it stains in blue My collar's up for the lost

a way to keep supporting my weed habit I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited My trigga finger get itchy

[Q-Tip:] Uh, ah, uh... My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this So raise your glasses for the lost ones in your life... Dilla Dawg and

up an extra man The only way to use that bonus is if a sexy friend equally fine as you may join us to pass the test to slam fingers in and then out on

do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry

is the way of the mountain they took half my nuts and berries and riddled "who's counting?" bit my finger with the truth, the blood was spouting now my