Teksty:
Funeral For A Friend Vultures

: There?s a point to make That sometimes goes unheard Like the blood in your veins You often forget What we are is a species on the brink Who?ll be

nah a real nigga breathin' accounted At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help So I ain't gotta say a

funeral pyre I will ask of the wind to send high your fire Hector's blood will not be washed from my body until your body is burned A prophecy spoken a

funeral pyre I will ask of the wind to send high your fire Hector's blood will not be washed from my body until your body is burned A prophecy spoken a