guess the stars, Nooooo, To find some method in the mad, Just some goodness in the bad men That now and then block our way. (Grazie a Adhellos per
spoon, She completely done me in. And my heart went on a journey to the moon, When she told about her father and the gin. And I never saw a more enchanting
Wherever I go A sweet reminder from you to me I'm never alone I've got a picture of you A sweet reminder from you I've got a picture of you A sweet reminder
the btch next door complained It seems I'll spend my whole life Catching colds and missing trains I waited in the rain For a blind date who never showed Then a
my face and hands She's looking good I'm in the mood step up and try to make her smile try to make her smile I need a line this time a chat up kind to
Upon the heath we sit trying to make some sense of it these mushrooms help a bit help us think how we ought to think theres nothing in our way and no
Anywhere will do {Take us out tonight in the backseat of your Corvette} x7 Just dig a shallow grave How much will you save By staying here Just dig a
, there's a hole in my life So I wander the clubs Looking for some soul, looking for some life All I find is you But you make me laugh And that's a start
Its a Ghetto Fairy Tale... Ya ya ya ya It was two weeks before my son's birthday, The "DT's" were ringing my bell. (ma'am we need to ask you a
the trade alive Nobody know about a 9 to 5 Everybody?s just trying to survive You need a gun, can?t use those knives You got a bullet, well just pull
is here If the bass ain?t kickin', pick up the phone Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress She had a soft booty, and a
it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to
you cannot see And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone A horrible tale of pestilence and plague, darkness
Here's the tale of a young black male raised in these city streets Out here hustling to make ends meet in a world that's so corrupt That's ran by greed
below It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not fuckin' around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
with cavi Search a ki' cross the street and smash out The '63 bounce back to the same route You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales Gang tales
day, liquor store and bank jobs D boys gettin' robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun Snitches in the street, a
, Randy played her a sweet love song And Della got a fire in her eye The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun And the cat had a shot of Rye If that