Lyrics:
Ooh, heartbreak blues, baby
Oh, my first wife, stung the hell Out of me
When I woke up next to her old Kitty-cat kitty
meowing in my face he said
Well
But there's no use in using ex's mom for a reference
No ghost writer sometimes influenced by the spirit
No use in drinking to cleanse from past years
(Wood Newton/Micki Furhman)
I was a rebel in my younger years
I'd...drink with the devil if he bought me a beer
Wore out two pickups just
tender kiss
Always thinking how I miss
My happiness
A million years it seems
Have gone by since we shared our dreams
But I'll hold you again
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
tried for a thousand years
Through the long and winding night
Could have cried another million tears
It would never come out right
And recently
said, "Stop it" and "That's an awful shame"
He whispered, "Don't cry, we'll meet by and by
Near the heavenly hall of fame"
He said, "I've got seasons
fist fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags
Take a leaf out of Peter Pan's manual
Keep our attitude can-do
When it's cold, light a candle
Imagine you, dance by the sand like Duran Duran do
One year closer to my death
I still haven't found what I'm looking for yet
It's not big blue eyes and long blonde hair
It's not a million dollars
that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man, nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin' cop cars look
nothing lasts forever
But why here, why now
Is this some kind of error?
There's nothing left here to say
I guess we'll take it day by day
No goodbyes, no
broke his heart
Now she's getting married to his ex-best friend
And there's only one thing to do
'Cause you can make a million dollars just by singing
We'll be dancin'
Never runnin' out of time
Everlasting
'Cause we're all stars
For one last night
For all of time
A hundred years
A million more
say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns,
formative years by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense
Of MC's
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all
Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all
to remember
Now things will never get better
Not even better than ever
My junior year, actually
Had a terrible ending
Had to be in quarantine
Due
violent
But still I'm silent
When tragedy strikes at home
I know this decadence is shared by millions
Remember you're not alone
Remember you're not
Hey,
My name is ink and my favourite colour is blue
I have 3 children and 5 grandchildren
Okay, I know that you know that that bits not true but for
1816 was the year without summer
That time has come and gone, but for how long?
We thought we'd never see a clear blue sky again
It might occur in time,
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