body when that trumpet blows and while asleep I am awake and while awake I am dreaming before I start to think I am scheming to start a party tonight my friends
my edge, and be a nigga to the end But it's more to life then me and my Benz When my mama told to speak to my friends I kinda took that shit to heart
a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12 o'clock jump on eve of 11-9 Suicide! Just as I thought, a bright light Greeted by friends and family
from my voice You want to listen to the kids [unverified] They're halos, soon to be divorced And you're a poor young factory boy Blowing on your trumpet
I have the will Trumpets, violins, I hear them in the distance And my skin emits a ray, but I think it's sad, it's much too bad That our friends can
now I'm gonna be laughing A very long time when all I could feel was sad A very long time but now it's gonna be worth it 'Cause I just found a friend
guess, man you probably havin' sex tonight And you probably gon' give a rapper head tonight And when your dress come off he see the cellulite Then off you go, let the trumpets
ugliest man, plus I'm adorable Oracle that can predict intentions Still filled with tention, drunk with revenge While my enemies have lunch with my friends
Did I step on your trumpet or did I lump Lump them in with you? (Did he step on your trumpet or did he lump?) I put your name on the ballot 'cause you
neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of heaven You can justify it in the end But there won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment
have a friend in you, oh Mr Clarinet You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet. Marry me, marry me alive O I put on my coat of trumpets
Big Bird and Snuffy: Best friends, best friends Buddies right to the end friends Big Bird: I'll be the trumpet Snuffy: I'll be the drum Big Bird: I
for your Fiesta." YA-HOO-HOO-HOO! Fiesta, Fiesta, ha! That means a party Fiesta, a party With lots of girls and boys Fiesta, Fiesta With one big pinata And little toy trumpets
a wall, shotting pool On top of the world, and a nigga still paying dues Singing the blues, cause saturday morning mom bumped it Love and happiness, Al Green and the Trumpets
gone home, they have) The trumpet will sound on that great judgment day Gone home, gone home (They have gone home, they have) We'll see all our friends
reunion Our loved ones and friends will be gathered around Some faces are missed, they have gone home to heaven They will be there with Jesus till the trumpet
is read The 16th verse in chapter four Now listen friend, let me tell you more It says the Lord himself is gonna shout And Gabriel will bring his trumpet
All on a bus we were hopin' to pass the time Plug my piece in boys then we can drink the wine Drink the wine, drink the wine Well, music, good friends
