When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow
All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then
Bringing me down, I'm running aground Blind in the light of the interstate cars Passing me by, the buses and semis Plunging like stones from a slingshot
Hmm, aahhhh I see a red door and I want to paint it black No colors in my life, you better turn them black I see people walking by, dressed in their colorful
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
Black cards in effigy We sing the song that was grievin' All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's something
Black is the color of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon
Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon
Incinerate my skin And touch me far far beyond Burn me out, my sin And take me deeper underground I know it's way too late When this dance has begun So
I am amused You seem to love me But be reserved Before you huff me I'm used to winners I need the fame And if you touched me You'd be my shame Your
{Yo Black What's up Street? Soup's ready Sure it's ready? I know it's ready Is the soup hot? Too hot Burnin' hot? Crazy hot What's in the soup? All the
Yeah I have dreams of you and I And those dreams that I dream It's in black & white I dream in black & white But I make love in colors Ooh girl, you'
Ah, yea Black fly, buzzin', buzzin' around Black fly, flyin' from town to town Black fly, lookin' around and around What's he gonna do when he finds
CHORUS [PHONTE]: Open the door let me in Teach us all, preach us in, Turn the cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give
Time 2:15, the AM Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it
Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen This is a Jazze-phizzle produc-shizzle Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha Ho boy! Black, Black, give it to 'em, daddy Got
It's all right if these fools keep trippin' We going start a fight then take it outside Pull the heats out the car And they ready to die It's all right