of this undying kiss Not of Romeo or Juliet Stories told our love will never die Will you forgive what I've done to give you four white horses? One
Every urge is so satisfied as long as you're with me. All the silver, all the gold, all the sweethearts you can hold That don't come back with stories
myself With [pain] she'd made soap My name is June And I'm doing fine But people call me March I want to make The same noise as a running horse I want
a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week I saw grandma yesterday down at the store Well she's really
I'm just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do [Eminem] I am bored!!!!! I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders Ate hors d'oeuvres
fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do [Eminem] I am bored!!!!! I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders Ate hors d'oeuvres,
s" men said "no comment". My mouth got "go away". Wrong way and all the cost that it's a no win. The time my dad called me a horse shoe crab. And I asked
envy Too much back-stabbin' While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin' Every vacant lot in my neighborhood Build a store, and sell their
They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call it nutbush city limits Twenty-five for the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to store on Fridays
: Can you hear the stories Told by the melody of horns Can you see the swords Shiny like evening stars Can you see the horses Running like morning breeze
the children run to see The stallion on the hill, Bringing bags of apples And of clover they have filled. And the white horse tells his stories Of the
voice 2: you find voice 1: you're buys voice 2: you fortune the penis voice 1: like at the sky have no country side voice 2: in the book store have
new apartement Courtois from the store's departments You more like love to start shit I'm more of the, trips to Flor-i-da Order the hors d'oeuvres, views
[Kanye West] Hold up, wait a second man That's that thrift store info, that's all second hand Why don't you talk to the mouth of the horses 'bout my
on my brizzle A pathera of strippers I'm throwin around broads Playing monkey in the middle I'm curious Jorge Fuck what dem whores say Most of them is faker Than the horse
the story Yeah, I got one, already.. The dopest story I heard, check it [Killah Priest] Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep He heard the hounds of horses
are bloomin' every night At a tavern called the Sabre and the Rose We swang into the saddle sick as breathing And slapped 'em once for pleasure with the reins The horses
Wind blows scars and top down cars All share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear stained cheeks From winos to dime store
