Teksty:
Dying Regret

you go, even though I don't want to Just go, baby, before I change my mind I didn't know losing you would break me This must be what dying feels like This must be what dying

your perfume Should have called, when I left you were crying Is it too late to apologize From talking to fighting, admitting, denying To finally saying goodbye Now I regret

into history as the blood suckin leech who hid behind the freedom of speech tried to take the fifth ammendment use it, twist it and bend it and ended up dying

the city of Chi where mothafuckas born Go pound for pound and mess with clip, let's go to war Over money and power you got to know just what you dying

if it ain't the little princess Slpppppt. C'mon on there boy, hey-hey gee that girl was beautiful you said it, brother--my boss is just dying to

said well we leaving and I took her to the top floor of the 4 seasons and got right, that twat tight I know you feel me She was like I'm dying you are

no regret, oh yes Those crazy years, that was the time Of the flower-power But underneath we had a fear of flying Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying

I am the runaway that turned to dust I just hope to find a way to keep it together Shocks me how we beat the weather Too much time done on fighting Ocean, fields of dying

are confusing me, falling In disgrace, I don't want to go now and I am facing them, it seams they recognize me It's too late for regrets They're growing