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of a chair 

A moment a second was over 
He lifted her fair golden head 
A moment the baby's left trembled 
Then poor little blossom was dead
of a chair 

A moment a second was over 
He lifted her fair golden head 
A moment the baby's left trembled 
Then poor little blossom was dead
of a chair 

A moment a second was over 
He lifted her fair golden head 
A moment the baby's left trembled 
Then poor little blossom was dead
right now?
Yeah, I'm gonna run 'em down right now

If you drive 405
You won't find anything left alive
Suckin' suds while I'm makin' time
Squashin'
Wait a minute my friend 
Don't pass me up for dead 
As Babylon crumbles to sand 
A flower blossoms in my hand 
The people drifting by 
Another
blood stains on broncos
In a hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfucking court took another snort
Jumping over chairs as I run
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or 'alive
Motherf***in court took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I
blood stains on broncos
In a hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfucking court took another snort
Jumping over chairs as I run
blood stains on broncos
In a hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfucking court took another snort
Jumping over chairs as I run
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or 'alive
Motherf***in court took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I
blood stains on broncos
In a hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfucking court took another snort
Jumping over chairs as I run
Black and blue
Or your heavens,
Cherry Blossoms?

But what do you cover
With your ocean of colors?

Secrets? Regrets?

Who are you
Through
dead they're not comin' back

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Death is imminent when you on the other end
With ya skull bein by the wrong side of the bull pit
at the bar guzzling gin
Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 Benz
He like it raw when he touch skin Gina just a friend
Not knowing the type of lifestyle
on, 'dewlla! play dat lil' guitar one mo'gin!)

(spoken)


Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin' wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin' some
a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone
See, I got
bring the drama

I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
Bust lead to the head, never did
bring the drama

I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread
He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but
Bust lead to the head, never did
the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits
the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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