Lyrics:
Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall"
"Go gather around you a group of young cowboys
And tell them the story of this my sad fate
Tell one
introduced to that substance abuse
On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced
Look, I even got excused by the principal
My story is out
kind guessed but you know
Alright
I could tell by the way that you look at me
Every time we go out you just wanna go home
Why would you get my name in
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
'em at his momma home
Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope
over toes out the sixteenth story window
Every time you make me smile, I fall, I fall for you, I do
Lately, I've had a hole in my chest, fill it up with
fake
You could say what you want you can keep talking shit
I'm not listening get the fuck out of my face
Forget that you know me admit that you'll be
that for later
Far from home on my own
Found out the hardest where the heart is
Moral of the story is go for the glory
Forget the boundaries, borders
The worse you are with me
The more I love you
The more you hurt me
The more I need you
Jumping in and out of love
I won't fall anymore
Ain't losing
Of a boy whose name I'll always know
We collect each other like the river collects the
Drops that fall from the sky
Gather up stories
Let them fall into our
too soon
His urge slowly rose
A foggy light grew out of the oaks
His journey had come to a close
He limped forward, step by step
Not a thought of pain
boys stuck in the trap
Too many young boys running round strapped, ready to clap
Too many young girls fall in the gap
They're fallin' for chat from
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me..
And on other side, ???..at the top there may light at the end
with no stinch
We gon' get the money, they printin', and that's by any extent
On my brain lie some evil intentions, keep that hate out my mentions
I'ma
fall short of God's great glory
Luckily, that ain't the end of the story
God gives endless grace
Says to my face, there's no reason to ever be worried
Kennedy
Waitin for sinners and
They see the glory and pain
You know the story bout the boy with a name
He did things like kill people and stole Kane
a life
Where I can get by
Never go worry about things I don't mind
I just hope that one day this
Dream that I'm wishing its coming to life
This story that
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
(C'mon boys we hit the jackpot this time)
Yeah
I'm in the studio with Siz man (My guy Siz)
Don't even know it's Zynoh by my side
(Crazy)
(It's crazy
or your mental health
I go for self, but the real self is one with all
This self who's by himself does fall
Down, just like the guy who first was down, but
the absolution but I fall like Apollo
I'm intolerant to illusion but delusion I follow
'Cause I'm a turtleneck
Taking pictures, curling up in my shell
I'm out
the paint on your wall
Scrape me off before I fall
Stories written on these halls
Take my love, take my love
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