Vārdi:
My Sleeping Karma

Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets

neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed 'em Yeah, for every time you ride down the street Or hideout, drive by my house and beep Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep

world unfurl My niggas hit the trees like squirrels Tryna get a nut with your girl Think I need to quit trying 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine Karma for the karma

D, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial

on my feet And double deuces on da Chevy 3's company the double 4's on my belly 5 hot amps speakers shake like jelly So many wires in my trunk look like

tylonols the voices yellin from down the hall Im losin it mental abusin it my car crashed when i was cruisin it Cus i dropped my mountain dews in it My

like to hate you 'cause I do hell, oh yes I do Crash bang boomerang,Karma karma boomerang Crash bang boomerang, Karma karma boomerang Crash bang boomerang, Karma karma

my lack of reason Give me back my sense of humor Blow like cyclone my second wind Blow like typhoon my second wind Blow like tempest my second wind

Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like jazz Stuffed into an over sized record bag Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at Karma