sometimes she is strange I don't take care OF YOU maybe my life 's alone but when the games over and the night is FULL I fell your absence and go away
You don?t want my love and I?m feeling down you don?t need my words ?cause you don?t understand me I know my fault and I look before you leap Do you
Your treat,your smile your feelings while and still alive your lise, your bites they cannot carry it on your play, your run without you I?m lost again
Every day I?m waiting for you you tell me..... I?m in my car listening to the radio waiting for you everytime that I look at her I?m falling in love
POOR JESSE IN IS GRAVE well it was Bob and Charlie Ford those dirty little cowords I wonder how they feel for they ate of Jesse?s bread and they slept in Jesse?s
alive, I guess trees over my hand are full of morning glory was wonderful Your eyes, your sick alone from you waiting my real world I never say that?s
here again She?s sixteen , now she cries alone her father?s dead he can?t touch her anymore he?s a bad dreams Forever Young We?ll be stronger Forever Young let?s
s only half past twelve. But I don't care, it's five o'clock somewhere. [Alan:] ... but he don't care, I don't care. Together It's five o'clock somewhere
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
: It's five o'clock in the morning, And I cannot sleep I'm looking at you beside me, and I'm watching you breathe Baby I touch your face Feel your warmth
for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months
don't wanna get a job, or go to school They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool It's now 1984, five hundred years later We're dominating both
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them
shit, now it's 1999 It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherfuckers So let's see you act like you know
other now them other bitches wanna bone me I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy I
before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise Busters shot me five
his cover I'd be no different than the other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause it's a fall in no time at all I'm down
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch You thought them other
