Lyrics:
fashion
That's my sin
By falling out
We're falling in
Now I'm broken
Watch it flow
I'm taking over
Can't let go (falling out with the bad boys)
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
Chokehold, lock in
Might as well call it good night
Skull mask, death face
When I catch 'em swear it's on sight
Blade on me, in my hand, might
Across the border they turn water into wine
Some say it's the devil's blood
They're squeezing from the vine
Some say it's a savior
In these hard
me somethin' better, yeah, yeah
Blood on my hands, I'm on the fence
I double down
I swing and I miss, a kick in the ribs
In trouble now
Came
in animation like
Someone's holding me there
I feel somebody's cold hands
Wrapping around my neck
While I choke on my own blood that
I swallow
hand.
Dreamed last night I signed my name. Man says, Please raise your right hand.
From 20 to 44, I know I'm headed for No Man's Land.
So much I want
blackened!
Die, by my hand
(Die) I creep across the land
(Die) Killing first born man die, by my hand
(Die) I creep across the land
(Die) Killing first born
the captain he spied me a-standing right near
Patanio beside me, his nose in my hand
Said the captain, your horse is the best in the land
You're good for
Guilty as charged I stand
Got here by my own hand
I've no defense, the evidence is clear
Left to my own design
I thought the world was mine
But all I
the blood of my hand, won't break it
I can taste it, the end is upon us, I swear
I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it
Natural
A beating heart of stone
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
my table be the bar
Could it be?
I'll have your bitch trendin' by tomorrow
Could it be?
I spent a half a million on my car
Could it be?
Han (han
Your girl look better than you
You know what that means, I'm done with you
Bye!
Imma go hard
So fucking hard till I break the
Blood vessel out my
to find some justice with your shadow by my side
Cuff me, tie me, lock me down, cause I'll be back to go another round
As one- my blood runs red
as the wind blows by
Wild blood is rushing through my veins
Wild blood is blowing up my brain
Wild blood I’ve lost all sense of time
Wild blood you’ve taken
country side.
They rode a little further and what did they spy?
They rode a little further and what did they spy?
A newly dug grave and a spade lying by
(I came to burn Red Rocks down if you guys are here with me)
I heard you died out in Cheyenne
With my mother's ring on your hand
Note in your
starved by mountain valley and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
My four green fields ran red with their blood" said she
"What
Gonna put my good foot forward,
And stop being influenced by fools.
So much oppression,
Can't keep track of it no more.
So much oppression,
Can't
the soldiers I see him slain
It's one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm blood now
My name is
father came all unhinged
So wait for the stone on your window, your window
Wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go
My O Valencia
With your blood
love girl to cascade
Oh but the dreams are all shattered
What can I do now that your
Love has left my life
My dreams are cut to shreds by jealous
promise
Will you understand
My heart is in your little hand
I hear you call my name
And always you'll be
Blood and soul part of me
My second
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