dream of you on your last sunset Screams of agony echoe in my head as darkness spins the net of silence and i'm waiting my last sunset in my winterforst
come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's
little faster every day I know it's all Well and good And I don't embrace it Like I should But I wouldn't wanna go Backwards even if I could [Chorus:]
to sing about love Nobody wants to hear it anymore I'm not allowed to sing this song Even this band won't hear it once more I'd like to share with you The sunset
quick if a nigga O.D Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's Feelin' like
on I know you're gone, but you You left me a song Oh, you left me Oh, you left me a song Why do the hours burn so long? Sunset and shadows call I hear
criminal For what I have done, and for what I still am doing What you see is wrong But I'm just watching the sunset and playing my old song So why did you even
in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These niggas be droppin songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that nigga ain't even home, yet
Everyday has a song Some get sung while others go unheard Take a good look around It'll never be this way again so try to remember Dylan, Drake, even
gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These n*ggas be droppin' songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that n*gga ain't even home, yet! yeah
in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These n-ggas be droppin songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that n-gga aint even home, yet!
, pay me in gold Forty got a bunch of weed he ain't even rolled These niggas be droppin' songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that nigga ain't even
back quick if a *** O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin
quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin'
I could paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without its strings And the canvas in my mind, sings the songs I left behind Like pretty flowers and a sunset
