Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
For whatever reason I feel like I've been wanting you all my life You don't understand I'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time, it's over
They tell me you can only dream when you fell asleep But now I'm working to achieve, but sleep is the only thing I never see And I vowed that my breathing
ED mmmmm I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of
back, should of, would of could of but I bet you can't bring shit with a good back Back to fifteen our face to myself, then I'm more than a hood track [ed
The thoughts I have could be clear ones and they can seem vivid but not near ones feather than limits I block her out so when I'm looking through my mind
They say, "A black man is a pimp", Well let me tell you the biggest pimp On planet motherfuckin' earth, is her Momma It's her Momma that told her, "Get
It puts you in hell, or it could place you up in heaven You lookin' for trouble, then it's trouble I spark But I'm tellin' you now, I get loc'ed after
ohh Ed is dead Ed is dead Ed is dead Ohh ohh, ohh Ed is dead, Ed is Ed is dead Ed is, yea Ed is Ed is dead Ohh ohh, ohh Ed is Ed is dead Ohh ohh,
vest Ed Gein - He's crazy, He's mental, He's sick Ed Gein - The head of a girl in his sink Ed Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skull Ed Gein - Your
White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they
Pop a top again I've just got time for one more round Set 'em up my friend Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down I'd like for you
Shit im runnin for president, i need you to vote for me Chorus: i gotta cup for the drink, tip for the women, money in the air and the room keep spinnin
With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive From the winter's grasp nothing ever lasts But you and I know
Sad, blue, the world is upside down And birds fly backwards Cats, dogs, fall first upon the ground And birds fly backwards Packed bags in the hallway
Fingertips are all I have (Have you heard the sea?) The water's edge is all I have (Have you heard it breathe?) An endless sigh I cannot hear (Here I
If I could only see straight I wouldn't be lonely these days I'd drag my body out of this place And every Sunday I sleep and pray that my soul will keep
Take me far away And make me lose control For now I need to pray Think of forgotten souls Disappear from every sphere Watch them high Then slowly die
