Lyrics:
Friends I could count on
I could count on one hand
With a left over finger or two
I took them all slip away
Where they are I wish I knew
They roll by
Wo-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
This is the story of a man
Who conquered life drink in hand
Ship unmanned
with a Drac' (Drac')
Usually in the cut with a dirty K (dirty K)
Usually get by, you won't get away (nah)
Choppers on deck and a young nigga paid (a
and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic
He's a dental wreck
Plasma payday
Dumbass Raybans
Short hair long in back
Involuntary response
Hand to mouth hand to crotch
Keep your mouth shut
For
your face
You bled till there was nothing in your veins
Blood stains my hands so I won't forget you
Its all over now so dry your eyes... never forget
Lost with a road map in your hand
Soaring through the stratosphere
cmid the starry bands
No patience
Yearning for your paradise
Round and round
one day you can find it in the sand
And hold it in your hands again
Cold ways kill cool lovers
Strange ways we use each other
Why won't you fall back
almost relapsed, all thay keep on talkin' 'bout lean
I can't do it
Not a day go by I don't be in the studio
Told this bitch I love her off shots
lend you a hand
Here in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I could fall asleep lyin' next to a dead man
Ya gotta understand me
It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn
Ya gotta understand me
It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
priceless
Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast
In the savage land haulin ass,
Why was I trusting in you?
You led me on through and through
Night after night I will wait
Caught up and shattered by fate
I'd spend my nights all
to put the bottom in their face
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by
dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
yeah, and we just gon' do it
Yaknahmsayin?
Ey yo, put your hands up, way in the sky
Light up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!)
Ey yo, put
callous on the feet
Cab to the someplace, head in the back seat
Stumble up a staircase, floor missing boards
Hands fumbling through (?) keys, keys open
outdone by the alpha
Proud but now about to meet my downfall
If I don't allow in the power of powers
Know that I'm bout to speak a little bit louder
No
sensual
I'm led by the faith
Fully persuaded moving biblical
I know that I was chosen
And predestined in the physical
I gotta guard my heart
Protect
to meet them where the stench is
Expenses paid, by the ones that are expensive
Senseless
I'm like a soldier in the trenches
Consumed by the dark my butt
on the Toadstool convene your class.
Babe in the wilderness.
In absentia, please show your hands.
And your feet. Are you touched by a beast?
Wash yourself, live your
I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed and it flew through
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