Lyrics:
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't as many as there was a while ago
We
one
I'll let you be if you put down your blazing gun
Now you've gone somewhere else far away
I don't know if I will find you (find you, find you)
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
of England
For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
Antone
Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazing
of England
For her feckless boys she did weep and wail
Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail?
Out of my belly, the pick up a gun
And fall for the Rose
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
Antone
Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazing
diesel fuel
I really never did ever did needed you
I come through I pop up like peek a boo
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns and Roses Guns and Rose
Guns
you imitate a walk
Did you answer
Did you grab it
Did you gun it like a rabbit
Did you walk
Did you run
Can you feel you rising up
And how
brought me here,
Droppin' piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks pop pop ya pistol now,
If a nigga want to run up gun up
Put him
, blazing fire
In the hands of the troops of doom
In the raging fire
All killed one by one
Fighting 'til the end
No one left behind
Rain... is falling
Don’t keep me wanting for more!Oh oh oh
Chorus:
Gimme your guns and keep your stupid roses
Bang bang bang me baby, bang bang b-bang
Gimme your guns
There's blacks with knives and whites with guns
fighting in Howard Beach
There's no such thing as human rights
when you walk the N.Y. streets
Looking at baby's face I saw the plight of the
Human race
Dying to survive
Shaken by the irony the anger rose inside of me
And would not, would
out below, below
Come blazing your guns
You write us off when times are rough, baby I couldn't say it enough, no
Your commitment's so dangerous
though
Light up your cigerattes
She a calamity trigger laced with guns n roses
She's a desperata
Most wanted
A tattooed six shooter
By her side pocket
doors John Selman
Came with a blazing gun
Wes Hardin chug-a-lugging red eye got him
In the back of the head
John Wesley Hardin fell dead
Because Hardin
down
Roll up the carpet, red as rose
We should have known
How many walls can you put up?
How many guns 'til you feel safe?
How many times can we
roll
Hellspeed Rock 'n Roll!
At dusk we pull our guns blazing
Chains and leather to dress up the rows
Hellish militia now rising
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Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Every day, life's a struggle for me
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