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Send a message up by horse
Back to the castle, through the forests
Over the hill with no hassle
Scrolls scripted in gold
Ancient enlightenment
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
Each Matinee There's A Crowd By The Door,
After The Curtain's Last Call,
Beautiful Ladies With Roses For Me,
I'm An Idol To Them, One And All.
this moon will rise
And in this stony night
I have to see your face
See the lines that make you old
Stony silence, touched by gold
Everything's
There's something in the gold tonight
As soaking clouds of evening sun
Tiptoe in the winter light
Anticipation reaches for our hearts
As life
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
You can't fight
And you won't die
Memory
It's tearing you apart
You won't run
And you can't die
Memory
The sunset gold
I've fallen away
I've fallen
wonderin how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks
Coming
red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
green on a
On a double
See the subtle difference is ain't me I'm bold
Write my raps on high-letter pens go for gold
Cause me and you l yo we have
that chronic sack and that's a fact
My nigga hit me and we dropped an ounce
Stopped by the store, got some Swishers now it's time to bounce
When we got
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
She's got a gold painted soul
With a ticket to roll
She's like a ball of an uncontrollable fire
She's in a dream magazine
Like a Jupiter
Blase
Righteous.
Remember now the year's
1412, or something.
As I searched amongst them
For a valuable gold piece.
Not really,
No, not really.
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
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