'll be so good to you baby I'll make you wanting more and more Like you never had it before There's ain't another space to go Sensual, emotional Imagine
ship Ripken, for clowns who don't think the Cal hit shiti?? or how gangsta it gets when you don't portray the images remembering Pac's last picture in
Oh yeah, imagine it is a film and you're the star And pretty soon we're coming to the part Where you realize that you should give your heart Oh, give
give you something romantic? I figured since it's raining This would be the perfect time for us Can you hear the sounds of the Love angels calling us? Sweet violins
Sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you Would not think To look at him But he was famous long ago For playing The electric violin On Desolation
From in the shadow she calls, and in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph, My image under
(J. Winchester) Oh, my, but you have a pretty face You favour a girl that I knew I imagine that she's still in Tennessee And, by God, I should be there
sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation
motionless Like frozen in their play All covered up in cobwebs Indicated the time that passed All in their evening attire Beautiful Like an old monochrome photograph Bow lie still on violin
is so serious What we need is more silly men Though underrated all the time Louis was so very fine Without him, imagine Did you know he could play the violin
my Pilsbury dough Just give me the right head with the letters G-O All eyes if you like your momma, lame as a video Imagine you and other kitties(?) strollin
violin for a slight but distasteful penchant for men! Beggars might ride. You've heard it said and it's true, for someone so beautifully scarred I imagine
the trigger blow Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow I like the timing, repent for a [? ] Leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins
the littlest ship Ripken, for clowns who don't think the Cal hitchin' or how gangsta it gets when you don't portray the images remembering Pac's last
shine for light years, steaming hot like the amazon in your nightmares but dissapear when the cameras on a vampire, there's no captured image raps smash
malfunctions for the likes of you and me This ship is sinking, afflictions all lead to an end Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell There are no violins
the hood but never a bible hymn And as the streets keep trying him Until the feds indite the fans just for buying it Here's the violin [Hook- Nate Dogg
off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation