suffering living in filth dying in filth drowning, choking on your own waste to see you this helpless and my turn to stand idly by im standing by
same shit now The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start
im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine ballin' for
find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and I ain't neva been scared, I live through tragic Situations could been dead
it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left Left then the right right
dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for
left. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Save your givings for the living instead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead
where you run to? (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by)
to the back, strap guns. Then double double shot, then a nigga goes stormin' to get the four, and about the block, shoot the spot. And put on muscle for
P, you really should Not do that, I use that, lugar good, catch a bad one Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street Yo, who
for paddy Down among the pigs, I played some bonny rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin' When off t'holyhead I wished meself was dead
she hit me with a left, then another left That's why my brain is out of order Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by
groceries too The great nations of europe comin through columbus sailed for india found salvidor instead he shook hands with some indians and soon they all were dead
Deep in the field A lone soldier stands With mud on his boot And blood on his hands They left him behind To bury the dead And to say a few words on behalf
could've told you that We came back home got ready for bed I said to myself I've got one shot left You're still mine and I won't stand in line Behind
For 15 years Le Bin Son fought side by side with the Americans In the mountains and deltas of vietnamin '75 Saigon fell and he left his command And brought
believe Congregation gathers Down by the riverside Preacher stands with his Bible Groom stands waitin' for his bride Congregation gone and the sun sets Behind a weepin' willow tree Groom stands
