מילים לשיר Questions – Tech N9ne

The name of this motherfucker is called Questions (ha)
Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em)
QDIII did the beat (all day all night)
Whassup to everybody out there in L.A. What's really goin on?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself. when there's no
I wanna ask me a question:
When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
When are you gonna make millwhen are you gonna make ends generate wait?
Who in the hell, left the gate open? Do you wanna sell?
Is everybody on wavelength like us?
Why do I rip it in half, doobie kick ass with backwards
attach isssh like ?hap ut eallavik?
Can you wait a minute? Can you slow it up a little bit
Nina so I can get up in it?
But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
lyrically radical milli minutes, I'm about to begin it
Can I get some, can I spit some, which one?
When am I gonna get off this trip?
Can I take another peel, why do I feel
like I'm a sick individual in the room, poppin off at the lip?
Do you, feel me? Do you do voodoo really?
Did you get it? Did you want a real epidemic?
Will you let me run up in it?
What's the word, is it absurd? What is that isssh you heard?
Was it real, is it real, was it really real?
Tech9ne in it to win it besides QDThird occurred
Who's the worst, who's rastafari?
You never livin never sure it's Selassie I the First
brother on the planet Earth, who? Do you wanna flow,
what you wanna do?
How can I be in the zone like this, gone like this?
How can I break the obsession?
In the middle of it all, when I snap back, step back
and ask myself, what, why do.