Lyrics:
will die and sometimes we will fly away
Either way you're by my side until my dying days
And if I'm not there and I'm far away
I said, don't be afraid
Every day, it's a brand new place.
Through your life, blat in grace.
All you know, you're alone.
The end of the line,
Life pass by
And I'm dying
Day
Every day, it's a brand new place
Through your life, blat in grace
All you know, you're alone
The end of the line
Life pass by
And I'm dying
Day by
Orange shades of day
Reddish, yellow decay
The leaves move like flood
The ground screams for blood
I was baptised in the river
I offered my gold
longer
Beat provided by that curly haired goat from California
Yeah that's my sister Bren
Marissa be her twin
We crossing county lines
That mean we going
lickin' her asshole
My dick is the password
T nasty, 'bout to catch a felony for it
Vagina juice like orange juice in the mornin'
Nigga, and she bounce
the payment down
What about the promise that you made
To stay with me till your dying day
Said you'd never go away
Are they just things that people say
day
Always you and I, my love
Always your tears I cry, My love
If ever one soul were meant for mine
I have been blessed by the kiss of a lifetime
I've kissed and courted them all, gentle and simple, short and medium and tall
But kept a merry heart free, 'till it was stole unknownst by Kitty
If you go away on this summer day then you might as well take the sun away
All the birds that flew in the summer sky
When our love was new and our
The people gather round,the baby is crying
The ambulance is late and the lady is dying
The trigger happy did not step off that day
But the lady with the baby
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
I know I'm lost in empty space land
So this one goes out to an unknown friend
Can you see the sky the sun is dying away in this orange light
My
lickin' her asshole
My dick is the password
T nasty, 'bout to catch a felony for it
Vagina juice like orange juice in the mornin'
Nigga, and she bounce
want some Runtz (some Runtz)
454 on the freeway, feel like my C-Day, I got me two sluts (two sluts)
I put some ice in the Patek, new Richard Millie,
in the club when I'm over them hips
Waking up to the turkey bacon over the grits
Orange juice and the newspaper over the clips
Later on she gon hook
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
is dying
911 that's who you dialing?
Ku Klux Klan that who you dialing?
Killers wear blue and move in silence
Hear the sirens? Scatter in disarray
My
the sky
Days fly by
You're always on my mind
My, my
Nothing seems to be okay
When your dreams are so far away
You're lost in the dark of night
Shine your
know the ledge and I'm playin' my Roxanne
Another dollar another day in a rock band
That's juice!
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Crawling
be great
I had orange juice, two pancakes and waffles all on my plate
I turned on the telly, to my surprise it was good news
Everybody in good moods,
No matter how I grow, I'll never forget my roots
You gotta grow the fruit, that's how you get the juice
That's word to my seed, watch what I produce
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
Dole's useless arm
There are no fires burning brightly
What's even worse, there's no alarm
I met this lady in San Francisco
She was dying at my feet
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