The greatest favorites, Willie and Max McGee. A brewer killer and a touchdown against the Chiefs. It's not my memory, it's everyone I could not be. I'm living vicariously on better authority.
So if I had a dime for. Every time I should've. Stopped playing guitar. And put my nose in a book. . Well, then my head would be healthy. And my guitar would be dusty.
, Mudd (5 Ela), T-3 (Slum Village)). . [Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]. It's however, it's whatever you like. If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right.
Summer sets on summertime;. I'm getting wetter to wed you, forever.. Falsetto keeps time, belated;. I won't die so I don't forget.. Until the porchlight goes down,.
). . [Chorus: Nate Dogg]. All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill. Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal. Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal.
My girl's car 'round the corner on Clarke. She's in the window as its getting dark. Hope I'll be in there after dark. . So wouldn't it be nice. If we could live twice in just one life.
All left hands and accidents. Size of your life. I didn't see you coming out. Corner of my eye. . Yeah, I've been around before. But this time I don't.
The sun comes up a little later. So, you can drink a little longer. I wish I had a dream last night. So half the time you'd be here. . I'm on your vine now, so high, I can see Italy.
I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder. and I'm the magician's girl.. Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist,. and split from my neck to my knees,.
Say goodbye good, hey hey hey. We might not be fooling around today. If we go all the way, hey hey hey. All the ills after us is the songs that we play.
searching gold you and me. just a reflection of insanity. digging for the wrong things. until we're old. like in the case of this fucking gold. we want to make the change.
She drank white wine. Makes me want to marry her memories, madly. And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean. And I got cross with the ocean.
searching gold you and me. just a reflection of insanity. . digging for the wrong things. until we're old. . like in the case of this fucking gold. . we want to make the change.
History of the world. Painted with blood. Every single page. A neverending chain of hate. Rattling bodies in the trench. Pyramids build out of corpses.
History of the world. Painted with blood. Every single page. A neverending chain of hate. Rattling bodies in the trench. Pyramids build out of corpses.
steelrose. without sense. glowing in red. scorching my hands. steelrose. restricted rights. scorched soul. my heart ignites. too much pain. too much utilize.
It's inside me and you. Covered with excuses. Hidden very good. I forgot where it was. . I never look at it too long. It attracts my interest. As soon as I focus.
You are thinking, turn around, you are feeling, turn around. And you are here, arent you? You hear me, dont flee. You feel yourself, you ask yourself, what is this?.
the sun rises every morning. but why are we so sure. I'm looking out of the window. empires (arise) and fall. we've been so long together. forgotten hopes and pleasure.
distruction [?] in the north. exploitation in the south. chaos in the east. greed in the west. where should we let our children dance. let them play, let them fool around.