such a long time but I've tried to live without I'm suffocating, I need you to breathe So reach down and pull me up, pull me up before I am buried beneath
such a long time But I've tried to live without I'm suffocating I need you to breathe So reach down and pull me up Pull me up before I am buried beneath
been such a long time But I've tried to live without I'm suffocating I need you to breathe So reach down and pull me up Pull me up before I am buried beneath
a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise Silence of an airborne night Push high above the roof Daughters of the Red
: The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city
set your words upon my back. Spitting daggers you cant kill those already dead. Buried beneath a pile of one liners and cheap attempts at honesty. Buried
bend out Picture a nigga drunk drivin' in his glasshouse With no doubt, I keep clack 'cause it's necessary I be damn if I gets buried cause I'm a Gangsta
'm on one [Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red
m on one [Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red
all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness A baby cries hard in an apartment complex As I pass in a car buried under
with the olive oil voice Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within Against witty rap war startin', robbin' in the wind The great blue skies and the great red
2 - Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognize the Red
a story That was written long ago About a Kingdom on a mountain And a valley folk down below On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath a stone
ground beneath my body was my only bed She's been the table where I've dined on T-bone steak and cheep red wine I've shared the gravy and the grind with
[intro] You'd never ever hear of Olathoe in the land of Lomar again, its story was buried 26000 years ago where Polaris shines high in the sky. But if
