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cry
You need the patience of a snail
Just to get by

Today the police came
And paid a visit to the slums
Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets
For
the hours
Asking the world
To buy my flowers

I had a love
Long long ago
He needed me
And I loved him so
He marched away
To die by the gun
I lay a rose as I
have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
Now here's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my
roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk
roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk over
carry roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People
carry roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People
carry roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People
carry roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People
On the side of the road men make money
A flower for a dollar man
He wants a family
If I rose to power it’ll be a bouquet
Emoji a smiley and say you're ok
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
the flowers gone
All the little fragile champion boys
Toys, toys, little black toys
Dripping on the end of a gun 

Even if you disagree

CHORUS1 (twice)
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
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
It's a lie no blushes for baby
She told me that ain't nice
You want a flower 'cause pleasure equals power
Don't you, Fraulein?
I want someone
was Guns 'n Roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown
Saying good grief

Good
by the bombs

So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze
The rest of us
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot n****s in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the f***
Where the hell all these new p****
it's all you have.
And until that day,
I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.
Red rose of the dead.
How does it feel to breathe oxygen
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me

They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me

They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

Thirty's the new twenty, n**** 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay

I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun