Translation: Nils Lofgren. Black Books.
Another notch on her bed post, In blood red. Feel me. Taste me. Warm.. Me with your tounge of fire. Use.. This body. Warm.. Me with your tounge
a little bit of luck, and a little black book He'll get another'n before the sun goes down 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book
Put away my black book Throw it on the fire Getting out the side door You are my one desire Baby when you hold me I feel see you're everything Baby when
Please put down your guitar Before it goes too far Your music sounds like shit How many times do I have to say it? You talk and talk, and talk About
black book Yeah, you wanna read the black book Yeah, you wanna read the black book Oh yeah, you wanna read the black book Black book, black lodge Something
black book In my little black book, there's someone I used to know Day by day time slips away, where did our love go? In my little black book, you're
book of the black dreams Book of black dreams, book of black dreams Book of black dreams, book of black dreams Book of black dreams, book of black dreams
some enemies too And yes I got some people in between People just like you The black book you took Was permanent-ally diversified Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why The black book
through my book right now) So I get out my little black book Ran through the pictures and take a look I get out my little black book ? my, my, my little black book
pale From above counting the victims Mass immolation extermination Holy slaughter in the name of church Church's black book Church's black book
love you, baby I love you, baby I met her uptown on dyckman, aight then Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen Niggaz, baggin' joints, money off and on the books
me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit, I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear
up a second......this is the remix so let's bring back my man, Craig Mack [Verse 4: Craig Mack] Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World
I spent the winter on the verge Of a total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man
money maker twice as hard as anyone can She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands Hey, hey I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books
head on my death 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted "The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black