ten up I'm about guns, fuck roses, I reeze over parole Some man captured some folks the locstas never foes Bacon soda aromas niggaz swingin' chrome motors Dickey bombin', photo shootin' out of stolen
A jealous rose stole a thread from your skirted thigh I clipped it quick with a flick of the switchblade knife Of the switchblade knife, of the switchblade knife That rose
music stopped in my hand My hand, my hand Sadly smiled the band The band, the band Softly echoes your laughter Riddled with tears When time is stolen
Big Chan] Hot child in the city walkin' round lookin' pretty playas call m Sidity fuck pitty chitty chitty bang bang it's a Westside thang bitches get banged on and stole
offer, but I can't pay the rent, I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent. Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne, You stole all my
And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose
couple, win that big divorce I wanna be in the headlines Anything to be in the headlines Saw my chance, I made my break I took the biggest float in the rose
Let the man go through Move aside and let the man go through Let the man go through, through If I stole Somebody else's wave to fly up If I rose up
soul to the devil and then I stole it back I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief at my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? dress
Wood in the lake There lies the leafy island Where flapping herons wake the drowsy water rats There we've hid our faery vats full of berries And of reddest stolen
we were forever parted from the Banks of the Lee Chorus I will pluck her some roses, some blooming Irish roses I will pluck her some roses, the fairest
air She was on the Strand next morning when orders came to sail And as we slipped our ropes away I watched her from the rail She threw me a rose, which
For as long as I remember I ran a life of crime Harmed everyone that I know Stolen what's not mine Problems solved through violence Feelings dulled with
? Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose Before the poison stream stole
'm sick, demented, I came unrepresented I rose from the grave, I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the Glock they found Was stolen
'm sick, demented, I came to represent it I rose from the grave, I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen
I MAY NEVER GET TO HEAVEN (Bill Anderson - Buddy Killen) « © '60 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY DON GIBSON, WANDA JACKSON AND BY
I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit