paroles de chanson Mind Games - Chris Raww
They
like
to
put
you
in
a
choke
hold
Break
they
jaw,
came
to
take
it
all
They
base
is
off,
I'm
pacin'
Raww
Be
chasin'
dogs,
fuck
it
I,
replace
em
all
Let
em
wait
till
they
integrate
If
not,
then
fuck
em,
I
made
a
plate
You
better
believe
I
won't
break
em
off
Not
a
bone,
not
a
scrap,
this
is
life
Sun
go
down
and
the
beast
come
out
Like
a
werewolf,
catch
an
earful
They
fearful,
appears
to
be
That
they're
scared
of
C
They
should
be,
could
be
Hidin
round
the
corner,
I'm
on
a
mission
Bitch,
ended
up
missin'
kid
If
you
really
wanna
fuck
with
this
Then
up
the
stakes,
maybe
up
the
chunky
In
my
darkness
is
where
the
fun
be
Fuck
the
monotony,
they
never
got
to
me
This
is
my
property,
handle
it
properly
You
just
an
opp
to
me,
should
be
grateful
Fuck
em
all,
this
could
be
painful
Fire's
lit,
ain't
no
stoppin'
me
Bet
they
regret
it,
they
sweatin
And
bettin'
against
the
odds
That
I'm
in
charge,
and
livin'
large
While
they
try
and
beg
and
barter
There's
no
exchange,
no
more
pain
The
speech
is
mundane,
the
beast
is
untamed
And
he's
unchained,
fuck
your
mind
frame
And
your
petty
shit,
ignite
the
bridge
I
ain't
goin'
back,
anyways
Penny
chasin',
dollar
loosin
Idiots,
playin'
mind
games
Fuck
em
I'm
up
late
and
I'm
workin'
hard
Catch
me
the
paint,
I'm
deep
in
the
game
All
the
way
in,
boy,
balls
deep
Talkin'
to
me
like
that's
ballsy
Twisted
cerebral
palsy
Terrible
calls,
G,
bad
moves
Cause
I
won't
lose
like
a
chess
game
Where's
your
vest
man
I'm
a
explain
some
to
ya,
boo
ya
got
em
shakin'
in
the
boots,
I'm
breakin'
it
loose
Call
the
troops,
you
gon'
need
the
backup
A
one-man
army,
kamikaze
Odd
like
Ozzy,
white
Mozzy
You
can
slob
me,
but
if
you
Rob
me
You
gon'
probably
need
your
mommy
Send
you
all
the
way
up,
blessed,
see
your
grandma
Arm
and
hammer,
they
found
your
body
in
Alabama
Sweet
home,
be
gone,
peon,
brother
is
WE
ON
Rest
of
y'all
can
suck
my
dick
Big
boys,
we
can
truck
em
in
Fake
hoes,
I
don't
fuck
with
them
Make
pesos
while
they
cuffin'
it
I
break
your
bones
like
a
covenant
I'm
lovin'
it,
this
ain't
no
Mickey
D's
Rickety
finicky
rat
No
sympathy
hittin'
this
track
You
pimpin'
me
like
you
was
a
Mac
But
I
ain't
the
one,
I'm
pimpin'
you
back
I'm
off
the
rails,
I'm
off
the
rack
This
is
my
music,
this
is
my
crack
Fuck
you,
dog,
you
made
me
snap,
fuck
em
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