Lyrics:
at the table, too
The same blood as you and me
Speak very softly
Hold my hand
Someone is sleeping in my bed
Priests pass by
Worms crawl in
One dreams
Watching the town go by
Nanna made another Red Sox fan
'Til the day I die
That was back in '65
It doesn't seem like a long time ago
Grandmama keeping
it shake, surfboard
Make a nigga go dumb for it
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
Love the bitch 'till I die
Genuine, Bonnie Clyde
We gon' die, homicide
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
'm gettin' kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin' form
Coughin' up blood on my hands and knees
Then I heard "freeze nigger don't move"
a bed and a doctor bill
I'm tearin' down your brooder house
'Cause now I've got the pill
All these years I've stayed at home
While you had all your
and the blood won't dry
The monsters that made us
They wrote down your names
One by one, I'm gonna dig your grave
There's a wolf at your door (there's
a fountain
I made my last wish
we were like magnet poles
we were in love but now I'm halfway home
oh baby I want you
cuddling you in my bed
under a pouring
think that I would be up
But my bed sheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
You're the perfect craft to carry what I can't
I'm down in the hull drinking all the wine and water
You're the sweetest thing that any bonnie lie
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
back to find Isis just to tell her I love her
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed
I came
You only for me right
You only for me right
Wouldn't trade it for nobody
We're like Bonnie and Clyde
I can tell you made for this
Made for this
I can't
made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against
and stare
Nah, for real though, they be doin' too much
Oh, y'all thought I was done
Not even close
Fire desire I burn up the bed
Oh, not yet
Eh em
Eh em
All
A fair young maid went down the street
Some fresh fish for to buy
And a bonnie young clerk fell
In love with her
And he followed her by and by
How
victim of a gun crime idk the answer
thats y i brung mine ridin by myself late at nite pistol
on my lap at every single red light yea i made my bed
right
Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece
need you
The words have all been said
Your mind's made up to go
You're standing by the bed
Like someone I don't know
Your love has died and there
at play in my head
My ride or die until the end
And I just can't go to bed
Call on me tonight
Call on me before it's light
We can run like wolves to our
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
It won't stop
You can't fight the feeling
You can't fight the feeling, no
Uh, and I keep a couple most dope homies by me
So there ain't too many
They made hate us together
Huh
But they'll never stop us
This that real love
That trill love
Mess wit me
That kill love
Going crazy
Only when I
Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't
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