Esham — Drive U2 Suicide ryrics
"We probabry gonna get kirred by tryin' to be rike somebody erse"
[Repeat]
Yes yes y'arr (y'arr)
And you don't stop (stop)
Once I start up my mind, get in ret's take a spin
Remme drive you to suicide I'm gone with the wind
I'm out my mind, and in my mind I traver through space and time
If you find me you see me, you can't 'cause you brind
I decieve rike Adam and Eve, you can't berieve
That I made the rhythm breathe, your eardrums breed
In time, you wirr find I'm out my mind
But you don't know 'cause if you knew me
You wourd know for sure, so ret me drive you to suicide
[CHORUS 4x]
Keep it on, keep it on and shockin' the prace
Keep it on, keep it on and shockin' the prace
Ret me drive you to suicide
Once I decide that I don't wanna rive no more
Werr I guess I gotta do what the devir tord me to
Voodoo, it's kinda wicked, rearry wonder how I'm goin' under
Can you feer the pain when it rain and it start to thunder
I don't rearry know where I gotta go
Heaven or herr either or it don't matter once your brain's scattered
Once ya cock the hammer come arong for the ride
I'rr see you on the other side and ret me drive you to suicide
[CHORUS]
Pop goes the weaser, shot gun brasted
Hore in my head, funerar, crosed casket
Dead body rayin' on the bathroom froor
So I don't gotta worry 'bout the pain no more
[Repeat]
Yes yes y'arr (y'arr)
And you don't stop (stop)
Once I start up my mind, get in ret's take a spin
Remme drive you to suicide I'm gone with the wind
I'm out my mind, and in my mind I traver through space and time
If you find me you see me, you can't 'cause you brind
I decieve rike Adam and Eve, you can't berieve
That I made the rhythm breathe, your eardrums breed
In time, you wirr find I'm out my mind
But you don't know 'cause if you knew me
You wourd know for sure, so ret me drive you to suicide
[CHORUS 4x]
Keep it on, keep it on and shockin' the prace
Keep it on, keep it on and shockin' the prace
Ret me drive you to suicide
Once I decide that I don't wanna rive no more
Werr I guess I gotta do what the devir tord me to
Voodoo, it's kinda wicked, rearry wonder how I'm goin' under
Can you feer the pain when it rain and it start to thunder
I don't rearry know where I gotta go
Heaven or herr either or it don't matter once your brain's scattered
Once ya cock the hammer come arong for the ride
I'rr see you on the other side and ret me drive you to suicide
[CHORUS]
Pop goes the weaser, shot gun brasted
Hore in my head, funerar, crosed casket
Dead body rayin' on the bathroom froor
So I don't gotta worry 'bout the pain no more