Текст и слова песни Papa Roach – Thrown Away
I am a mess
I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself
I kill the rhyme again
I'm comin sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside, where people hide
Within it chemical, unbalanced on the triple beam
What, fuck what you heard, it's about what I seen
I seen it happen
Backhand brand, to face smackin
Definite disorder now his mindset is blackened
The doctors say he's got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals yo brain
My heart is bleeding
And this pain it will not pass
It's not receding
And my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Thrown away. I want to be, thrown away.
He's born sick
Nothin in his hands but his dick
He couldn't handle pressure, he couldn't handle shit
For the life he was leading, led him down the wrong path
Where the guns blast, don't give a shit about the God's wrath
Don't want to talk to the counselor, doctor
Tell em what's real, to tell em what's proper
Situation unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday
My heart is bleeding
And this pain it will not pass
It's not receding
And my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Away. Thrown away. I want to be, thrown away.
I am a mess
I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself
I'm losing it
I've lost it
I've spilt all my marbles...!
I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself
I kill the rhyme again
I'm comin sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside, where people hide
Within it chemical, unbalanced on the triple beam
What, fuck what you heard, it's about what I seen
I seen it happen
Backhand brand, to face smackin
Definite disorder now his mindset is blackened
The doctors say he's got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals yo brain
My heart is bleeding
And this pain it will not pass
It's not receding
And my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Thrown away. I want to be, thrown away.
He's born sick
Nothin in his hands but his dick
He couldn't handle pressure, he couldn't handle shit
For the life he was leading, led him down the wrong path
Where the guns blast, don't give a shit about the God's wrath
Don't want to talk to the counselor, doctor
Tell em what's real, to tell em what's proper
Situation unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday
My heart is bleeding
And this pain it will not pass
It's not receding
And my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Away. Thrown away. I want to be, thrown away.
I am a mess
I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself
I'm losing it
I've lost it
I've spilt all my marbles...!
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