as hollow points shatter, enemies die Spread love dead thugs, gettin' buried in riches Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin' bitches Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a
roller So when I die put me in a pine box Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks And open up clouds for a stranger Before you take me lord
roller So when I die put me in a pine box Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks And open up clouds for a stranger Before you take me
the strangers While the blizzard blew Me and the stranger, you know I don't talk to strangers I'm a private sort of person but a blizzard is a blizzard
back a little better than your daddy did, bitch Go ahead and take a break from tryin' to be rich Kinda sad that your dad got you trained real good Buried a
We charge into danger. No guarantees or safe places. No one can be trusted, everyone is a suspect. And all the money's worthless. The town is trite and
I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow Norman Blake I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my day. I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where
, a squatter For your lies at night to sleep between my hands When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly But when they're out, strangers fall
awake with a cool breese blowing through my dirty hair. Rested, stable...a first. A caffeine junkie's longest wish: peace and quiet... No wake-ups, no expectations...A strange
a prophet through a symbol of hope I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke Buried my man at
as a prophet through a symbol of hope I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke Buried my man
That you never told a soul before And it's not that strange Because it wouldn't change what happened anyhow But you swore to yourself a long time ago
the voices of strangers. No longer hear, the voices of strangers. I won't follow the voice of a stranger. I won't hear the voices of strangers anymore
This train slipped into the station A worn out steel blue soul A relic from colonial days When the French were still in control Lorsque les Francais ont
Take down this ragged nest You have built on unsteady ground Bury what is left so safely When no one is around Years past sleeping in winter's place
'm stranded in a long-lost place Empty mirror, soul replacer Empty mirror, I'm a stranger Here I stand all alone Before a cross my conscience pleads
'm a kreep, I'm a loser You're so very special, I wish I was special But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser I wish I was special, I wish I was special But I'm a
and elbow room, I love the smell of the sage in bloom I catch a rainbow on my fishin' line We got county fairs and rodeos ain't a better place for my