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What is this? I can't feel my fuckin' face Oh yeah We can get it on who want war? I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face You can call the law they ain't gonna come I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face I'm crazy, all my people crazy I'm crazy, all my people crazy Run and get your gun son you don't want none I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face One year three number one albums Still gotta deal with this fuck shit I did more in one year than you did in your career I never seen so many dudes suck dick I bet you feel real safe typin' all this shit on Facebook But I don't ever see your face in public And if I do all of a sudden you wanna be buddies That's funny weren't you talkin' that tough shit Click bang motherfucker I don't play no games Crazy white boy David Ray, Alex King Made a lane, paved a way, then I can't get a flame Went state to state now everybody knows the name Let it rain Letras de cancionesFuck Haystack let him hang Turn it up let it bang, what the fuck were you sayin'? Okay I'm so numb to this game I'm so numb to this game Everywhere I go on the road every show I feel like I'm losin' myself to my soul People come and go just so they can see me on stage I feel like I'm locked in a cage Man I miss the days workin' nine to five for some pay Feel like I'm 'bout to go crazy Keep my boots laced, tryna keep pace Movin' so fast that I can't move my face We can get it on who want war? I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face You can call the law they ain't gonna come I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face I'm crazy, all my people crazy I'm crazy, all my people crazy Run and get your gun son you don't want none I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face Another year another number one album Another album that you can't fuck with (Fuck with) These people wanna see me fail they end up in jail But I'm still here so I guess it's tough shit Dudes I've never heard of 'til the mentioned my name Try to catch a buzz from attention to fame Prolly sell your butt for a buck and some change Someone tell me what the fucks up with the game, yeah Quite playin' mottherfucker, die go to hell Kill Shotgun Shane with his own shotgun shell Anything you put out [?] don't sell You be better off with a job at Taco Bell I'm on top of the game, lookin' down pick a name Make sure they never see the light of day They talk a good one but they ain't what they say If I catch you at the light bet the fuck you run away It's game time all these rappers are fucked I'm the king of talkin' shit then backin' it up I give a fuck what you got in the back of the truck I got a Colt 45 and a .38 snub, what's up? I don't care about catchin' a case The way I feel right now I'm about to go cray Keep my boots laced, tryna keep pace Movin' so fast I can't feel my face We can get it on who want war? I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face You can call the law they ain't gonna come I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face I'm crazy, all my people crazy I'm crazy, all my people crazy Run and get your gun son you don't want none I'm so fucked up in this place I can't feel my face, my face From Letras Mania