near Leave me now, return tonight The tide will show you the way If you forget my name, you will go astray Like a killer whale trapped in a bay I'm a tree
a willow tree." 9. "I won't fly down, I can't fly down And light on your right knee. A girl who would murder her own true love Would kill a little birdlike
hold That don't come back with stories untold, are hanging on a tree. It's unbelievable like a lead balloon, It's so impossible to even learn the tune. Kill
dark (shadows after dark), yeah-eh! So, my friend, I wish that you could see, Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free, yeah! (free) Never
to bang a young entrepreneur I see you peepin? all in my grill And I can tell you got a whole that you want me to fill You got something that I want to kill
wet the chrome And when I kill u the da feds come and Im long gone Dont try to tell me you anit heard about A nigga (bone) Lyrical killer Im fienna let
storm dread And we can work it out Mother Nature feeds all In famine and drought Tell those selfish in ways Not to share us out What's a tree without
: 3 monkeys sittin' under a coconut tree Discussing things as they are set to be Said one to the others Now listen you two There's a strange rumor that
Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to death It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette D.J. race a run on your mark
I want from you is empty your head But they say be true, don't stay in your bed We do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless tree
: the last bird from a scattered flock seeks shelter in a tree alone amongst the lonely woods he will cry when noone hears he will fall when noone cares
's about They call me the walrus! [x4] Yeah! Some nights I'm lying in bed! Wonderin' what would happen if Nancy Sinatra suddenly freaked out and climbed a tree
: I am the fear who doesn't cower Seeking whom I may devour Seeking out a girl or a boy To steal and kill and destroy Do you even know my name? You're
my story niggaz [Verse 1: Elzhi] Yeah, g-growin up on 12th Street, Rosa Parks Was a young prodigy who had flows to spark Surrounded by killers, thieves
like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!" Miss the tree
even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny home grown Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees