Lyrics:
howling bygones
Dining with the dead and done
And now
I send it back to you
I send it back to you
I send it back to you
Feed it again
All I've shed
What
that I’d send
You were more than a hero to me, you were my friend
And time goes by, I can still hear you call my name
It’s time for the show, hurry
It's The Pain
Written by:
Keith Wayne Hamilton aka Virock
One day as time get older, You'll know the pain I've shoulder, and lay those flowers on my
please be my mine
Lay by me, faithful Maiden
I'll send you roses, faithful Maiden
Lay by me, faithful Maiden
I'll send you roses, faithful Maiden
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
regard
So I go where they say lovers go
It's a dark room in a bar
It's a drink by my side
And finally someone says
"You look lonely tonight"
wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo ass
Collect calls from the pen so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if
And learned the shit I know from posting up I had to play the block
Started off with shit and pulled some missions and it did me well
Quick to send a hit I do
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the same
Wishing on an airplane
Its callin' stars by name
A lonely song of freedom rings
In hope of someone listening and
So I send my feeble flare
craze
I can't find my masterpiece and it'll send me to my grave
Sweet and high
Sweet desire
Check
It's Dirty Devils and Edward Scissors
Like an equation, it figures
We're off the scale, but not sheddin' our skins like lizards
Too cold
Time is passing you by
Life isn't waiting up
Standing naked
Reflections of what you should do
Staring vacant
Reflecting it back on to you
Then you
mind can't seem to run from myself I can't think,
Can't even sleep, can't even eat. I can't do this by myself, I need
Somebody else.
Send me
once again I hate to bother
It's P, the evil creeper, send some to the Grim Reaper
Meanwhile, me and my missus like Solomon and Sheba
Sign
One ride to go slide to the north side left my porch light on
It's time to go bye time just go by when I'm on my own
You know it's alright if you
the door when I was a youngin, I ain't have no money
By the time the fame came, none of these things mean nothin'
I'm on the ugly how I used to
But it's
Gently we conquer the spot until it's empty
Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty
Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules
Violate my
get ready set go bitches
Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I
I'll shoot your soul
And send it on its way back home
We'll have control
From New York all the way to Rome
Turn on the neon lights
Let them guide us
My soul simply won't bleed
Coal blackened walls surround my scene hardened
Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
Yeah i I think I may have to take it
Back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?
The Big Meech Era, you feel me?
Real, real motivation for a street
the feelings fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain) you made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Third things third
Send
when I come down
I puff a little bit of OG
And send it to the clouds
I'm a lightning strike
A fire in the sky
A thunderbolt when the storm rolls by
.jpg/220px-D'Angelo_Pori_Jazz_2012_(cropped).jpg "DAngelo")
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