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to be in U.S.A.
Pretending that the wars are done
'N I like to be in Europa
Saying goodbye to everyone

Guns guns there's guns on the roof
Guns guns
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)

Deep in black roses
Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses
And a real nigga knows is
Everybody that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got
a flower shop and in the window there
Were dozens of red roses like the ones you used to wear
I walked on by and when I saw a little baby cry
I thought
And it's goodbye golden rose
Yeah it's goodbye golden rose

Wish I was back in her arms again
Wish I was holding her tight

Wish I was back in her arms
Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the
Human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would not, would
picture perfect, but what it is 
Is guns n roses, we’re guns n roses 

We’ve got a bleeding love 
You are my deepest cut 
And I believe in us 
the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home

I say nice
the dollar
You belong to the one political party
I belong to the one musical party
Our differences are worlds apart
Just like guns and roses
If we don't
little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.

She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks
I restore the feelin' of when n****s made a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in
Guns in the boxes
Dont make this a gun fight
F*** them other n****s
F*** them n****s b****es
Benadryl s***
Trigga finger itches

Hustle till nightfall

Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
I'm a'Rolling Stone with my
more time

Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma shave burma burma burma shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them
dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun

Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
I read a brand new paper 
Bout man who had a thousand guns
Lived in the Southern States
Ran away from everyone
Felt it wasn't safe
Even in
Well I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee I never me John & Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock 'n' roll's bastard son
more time

Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma Shave Burma Burma Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
of them
said I had to pay 
But to the rose in all its glory 
"Not guilty" is all that I can say 

Goodbye, sweetheart, for in the morning 
I'll meet my Maker
one more notch on his gun

And when he turned to go 
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had millions of dollars and nothing to do
But just buy pretty presents for you

Money burns a hole
On that water like a trampling rose
Like a trampling rose, like a trampling rose, trampling rose
I'm wrong

It doesn’t matter if I’m young or if I’m cold