I'm dead my life's been sold. All my years are cold. No trees to hide my head. All my roads are red. And in the Easter. I will see that same old sun that shone.
Ha!. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. . I'm chillin' with my guys,. We steppin' out tonight,. Hit a spot that's looking fly. You know we keep it tight,. Hop on my ride it's on.