HA OW HA OW HA OW HAAAAAAAAAA BABY THIS IS MY LIFE WHEN I WALK OUT THE DOOR I SEE YOU BABY YOU ARE NOT IN MY LIFE I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas
I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you Everything you've done You were the girl who
one bit of your pain will be wasted Now death descends upon you Like a bloody white dove Bringing your retribution Your sudden death from above OUTRO
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like
Good riddance!) Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin This is anti-Auto-Tune, death
So if we choose to realize All existence is a dream This perfect resume to you From me Just had a tough time with magic The death of ego The moon It
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m on ya aaaaass! I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens] I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
How could he know this new dawn's light Would change his life forever? Set sail to sea but pulled off course By the light of golden treasure Was he the
in the bed this mornin', children find that your mother's gone I said, "Death don't have no mercy in this land" Death will leave you standin' and cryin' in this land Death
O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me Well I am death,
Now we are like how we were Innocence is more than words Now we are poison and we don't care We have no shame, we strip you bare And you're so precious
I need an alarm system in my house So I know when people are creepin' about These people are freakin' me out These days, it's getting hectic everywhere
filled our house The blood-thirsty yearning clamored all about us Darkness rose up from the floor like a demon Fearful of the death that buckled through
More calm than a heartbeat that flat lines Quiet like a dark street under the moonlight A phrase of action that's been screamed by the guts of men Ever
It's gonna be the death of you Stop this crazy carrying on It's gonna be the death of me It's gonna be the end you see It's gonna be the death of we
Once I went to Barstow Then I went to bed First my friend was with me Then my friend was dead All his clothes were burned up And his thighs were red
