ll wait a century, a buried mess of bones, help me Help me to give myself the way that you've given you Help me to be the helping hand that makes a dream
again!" And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior And I'ma never let the dream
you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I'm on one I said fuck it I'm on one [Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury
basket, Whey they use you live big today: tomorrow you buried in-a casket. One - one cocoa full a basket, yeah, yes! Whey they use you live big today: tomorrow you bury
I played the fool today And I just dream of vanishing into the crowd Longing for home again But home is a feeling I buried in you I'm alright, I'm alright
the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothing behind American eyes, American eyes View the world from American eyes Bury
at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream
Days swiftly come and go, I'm dreaming of her She's seeing other guys, emotions they stir The sun is gone, the nights are long And I am left while the
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop. I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream
so excited so dey catchin' every drop I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream
, sense of elation You'd never dream of breaking this fixation You will squeeze the life out of me Bury it, I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother
flying home Isn't it just like a dream Sirens and people and everything The driver tried to swerve But he just didn't see ya Now you're buried 'neath
off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury
rats I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary I don't want to live my life again I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary I don't want to live
da door Hit him up quick wit' the flip flop flow Then we introduce you to Mo (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that reignin' supreme, hustled to conquer our dream
can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me See, now that I'm gone and I'm dead and I'm buried In life in
' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years was spend burying