t want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand
't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not
't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand
junkies got no love It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck
a teeny weenie triple And we can toast the fact we ain't dead yet! I can't stop eating Your hairline's receding Soon there'll be nothing at all So,
to the ball, I go there all the time. Behind every tree, There's something to see, The river is wider than a mile. I tried you twice, You can't be nice
and depraved, You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it's you who must keep it satisfied. It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat, She
In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away Take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it
rosebuds while ye may) (Old Time is still a-flying;) (And this same flower that smiles today) (Tomorrow will be dying") We can learn From the past
guns That go "pop! " but rather pop their collars for fun 'Cause it's wild as a mug (mug), somebody's child is a thug That can't even show they proud
sing above my face. A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead. Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake. Take upon your vigil. Wallow in the wake. It
ll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. It will be yours forever." <a
was born young and healthy I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it
t you know how lonely they must be. So many light years from home. Hey Soulful people I?m calling. Don?t be no more slaves. Because God will protect us when it
who doesn't look quite right as children play Look, it's me The one who can't be free Much too young to focus But too old to see Hey, look, it
? Yeah, It just feels good to be next to you here on the holidays Hearing you say merry Christmas It just warms my heart, man It's like soul food, like
I fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree And a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would've struck you dead So I took a ride
