Lyrics:
of the good times from back in the day
Them late nights with the crew by my side
We was to fucking high the times of our life
How the hell am I in Bed at 9
And filled with shame,
I wept in pain,
No more a precious rose.
--
Then did I see
The soldiers lead
A man through palace doors.
Was this my king?
Why did they
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
hands on me
It never let me go
I’ve been haunted my whole life
By this twisted shadow
In my bed tucked in ready to sleep
Feeling cosy in my sheets (Yes)
Twas in the merry month of May,
When the green buds were swellin'.
A young man on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.
He sent
Yo Bill, what in the fuck you doin here?
Aw shit
I woke up on the wrong side of bed today
Lookin' for some homo sapiens to slay
Lost in
heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"
a musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh uh oh
It's late
Maybe three in the am
Man, I was so emerged in my work
I lost track of time
It wouldn't be the first time
Getting in late like this
My
face, amazed by lip gloss
Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounced off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go
face, amazed by lip gloss
Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounced off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go
California
New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head
I dove beneath the bed
Fighting, biting nails, turning pale
The landlord's at my
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
a second
Kick it with my man a few
The kid don't catch on to what we plan to do
He finished eating as he
Rose up the escalator
Told my man "peace and love,
fuller brush man
is farming out his friends
I stabbed him with my stem
And then I tapped his toes with my rose
He crawled around inside himself
Now
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ayy, hahaha
Ayy, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said,
things right
The way you dress your bed na so you lie
I keep my focus on the light
To send my shadow go behind
A man must try to do things right
The way
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
Bed of Rose:
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Life is not a bed of rose
If it was for some I wouldn't wear a suite a clothes
They so wicked and brutal, fight me
It was 4 AM, we both lying on the bed
Lights dim, room smelled of cigarettes and roses
You sang, like a nightingale
Your gaze, warm and euphoric
eyes are mesmerizing
I'm always fantasizing
I wanna hold your hand
And be your only man
Slow walks by the sand
Rose gold on the strand
Old souls,
finger fuck
See I'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your
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