lot of practice Even won once a month ago Of course there was a girl involved that wasn't gonna let me rest But I've always said that I can sleep when I'm dead
I let my fingers rest on her With greater pain and lesser worth Try to keep these saints at bay As I'm wandering this desolate earth So follow me around
fun and I'm too young and the night ain't over yet Like I said I can sleep when I'm dead Like I said Like I said I can sleep when I'm dead (I ain't even
All is quiet all is dead the city has melted The sound has penetrated through our heads The world has ended the gas is gone It killed the people now
Mickey Mouse is dead Got kicked in the head Cause people got too serious They planned out what they said They couldn't take the fantasy They tried to
a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill
could love a ghost like you, who could love a ghost like me? don't believe a word he says, that fucker's no martyr. he's better off dead. and i believe
, a woman and friend I swear I'll never call you bitch again Believe Me [Chorus] We came too far (I know, I know) To throw it all away (All that is dead
and bold With this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told Promise me emancipation indispute nation All you gave my people was our patience Fathers of our country
and slid Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo" Country came around, hes into clappin country left
a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head
: [69 Boyz] ugh now you can be a cute country girl from Idaho thats 23 who ain't never been outside before locked in the basement without a radio or
gone country, look at them boots He's gone country, oh back to his roots He's gone country He's gone country Everybody's gone country Yeah we've gone country
Shell/Larry Cordle) Nobody saw them running From 16th Avenue They never found the fingerprints Or the weapon that was used But someone killed country
Down from tupelo I got the slick black hair I played a rock guitar I liked to shake my hips, man Then i went too far He ate his weight in country ham
my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let my music reach to every country
gwan Tru me is a legal voter inna di country Mi can talk Mr. Prime Minister, what is happening in the country is not right People a suffer, man a dead
: Waiting, got no time to hide in the country got a hold of my soul TV?s dead And there aint no war in my head.. now And you seem very beautiful to me
