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gang bang With crips and bloods But i could stand on the corner Wit killas and drugs They healing Outlaws that reaching for souls We ghetto niggas
won't tell if you won't 'cause I know too well You can do Bad All By Yourself Your secret's safe with me So, what will it be? I'll be your diary if you'll
fuckin' do it (do it) These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'ma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga
too many murders Too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried Plus I knew him for years Passed by his family, but what could I
stand by And they got a place in my heart Couple brothers I’d die for And they all know who they are Real friends, I count those on one hand I’ll half my
The piano played a slow funeral tune And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon, The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, "See what your
the signs, babe Your legs vibrate you spilling diary That pussy prime, babe But for niggas that ain't me results may vary I got time, babe To place my hands
Wazowski A groupie with me when I count up because it might arouse me Your friend was right about me Open your diary and write about me Tell 'em how I put
This is my personal This is my personal This is my personal diary I got Always writing in it, writing rhymes on da spot See, ready set go, see me
down every inch of this brown stone Fourteen days go by, I'm better on my feet Keeping busy, let my vices take the lead Never thought you'd be the one
Where can I go? (Go to a friend's) Where can I go? (Go to bed) I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I
Where can I go? (Go to a friend's) Where can I go? (Go to bed) I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I
building To honour her friend and her God As she sat for a time wondering in prayer Whether it was fair, she should
at all Been mistreated, he just play roles when his feelings get involved She ain't supportive, she don't love me, and she ain't my friend at all Mama,
the block The same pussy nigga I had a fight with on Monday The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday But mama never was gon have it Mama never was gon beat
Someday you'll understand And you will take my hand Funeral for a friend To born a lover you've made To born a lover you wait Chorus: 2x Love lives in me,
fuck bitch Black dresses and vests Gonna shoot a fuck bitch Funerals and hearsies Im gunning for her throat On these bullies you gone chock Revenge in my
just stumbled into the whole affair saying When I die, hallelujah by and by When I die, hallelujah by and by Uncle John's rougher friends want to relate
the Louis Bag on I flex by myself I flex by myself I flex by myself I flex by myself I don't go outside with the Louis Bag I don't go outside with the Louis
shit One way traffic can't swerve this shit Grindin' for time had to earn this shit Takes years of silence to be heard this quick Straight up and if
Welcome To the diary of a being Who spent many years lost in confusion To the heart of a being Who's loved way more than what she's gotten in
Dear Diary I'm a father at last I shed many tears when I held his hands He held mine and he looked into my eyes Gave a small yawn and an even bigger
the tiniest sip in front of my friends to prove i’m not not a part of it Sure i’ve been drinking only water ever since and I lost the glass “by accident” But
couldn't solve em But now I'm starting everything all over again I miss back when I could call you a friend I'm buried by all of my trauma From time
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