to be forgiven I'm not the preacher, I'm not the priest I'm not the devil, I'm not the beast I'm not a prophet, I'm not a witch Live to die, die to live
have left all If I live - I live - I live for You If I die - I die - I die for You If I live - I live - I live for You So I speak with tongues of
i left well, i so wanted to say hey but i know you think my sentence was too light now, time should have put this behind us some things i won't soon forget bride
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living
Out on the lonely hillside In a cabin low and small Lived the sweetest rose of color My Rosa Lee Mcfall Her eyes were brightsome color Her voice was
spend our whole life Knowing that this time would end And like the temperature outside Our feelings and emotions rose I dreamed I'd take you as my bride
the huntdown Brakes lock 'em up now a rich bitch smack 'em up now a plucked out eyebrow down Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy A hood rat that ride like the bride
Across the yellow sun We'll run because the devil in stitches only has his fun Performing for the chosen one, we can run She was living on the edge
They all had a war and millions died Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on Raw Hide Now he lives
left hand was the word fear And in which hand he held his fate was never clear Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride And with his
is being five years old following behind you at the beach Tracing your footprints in the sand Trying to walk like a man By Our Lady of the Roses We lived
off my mind Thinkin' about you all the time The day you left, it was so sad Now I'm standin' here holdin' on to the past Keep going on, gotta live your
"Hi what's a doing?" Wo said "Sit down I got some bad news that's gonna hurt Said I'm your best friend and you know that's right But your young bride
still alive Closely grasping his dead mother's arms In grief the old man passed away And the child to it's mother went soon And no one they say, lives
the air The blushing bride that gave me such a free and eager kiss Two loving arms around me as you offered a wedding-blitz We'd said that we'd return to live
have a second chance. Now me and you can continue our lil romance. This is wicked stock; Let Gordy play in your pants. When I live in Colorado, they
ease back off of thuggin' and stick to hustlin' Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin' While I motivate on power moves, you live be