Lyrics:
gotta go there all by yourself
Now mother walked that lonesome valley
Now mother walked, she walked it, walked by herself
Oh, ain't nobody else could
I get love everywhere, anywhere I plan to go (Yeah)
If this is all she wrote then what I have is so special (So special)
My friends became fam they
All I ask is change
I need her by my side
I can't leave her behind
All this time remains
Blood rushin' like I got hypertension
Is there somethin'
cye aye shots in Miami got me tripping with all the hoes
I just fucked a bitch off the perc that's all she wrote
She tryna run through the league
a new hit song, that's right I did, just like the kids, I wrote a song that's gonna make me famous and all the neighbors agree, say I should be on MTV I
she's unresponsive as she has run out of words
He takes that as a sign to ask for a picture the second time
This time she responds by blocking him
All
fighting thru that pain
You the only one that had me dawg
She a bad, bad, bish
She turning up all in traffic
Pretty Young Thang in a fast whip
Ain’t trust
she wrote
We Gotta up turn up to soul
This is for my niggas outside all winter
This is for my aunties outside cooking dinner
This is for them granny's
Lord ah mercy
Bad boys, easy
Tek it easy and calm
(What is going on?) Alright
Well ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45
too polite to say it)
It's all she's ever dreamed about
Stayed up some nights to think of how
She already has wrote her vows
(But you were too polite
pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
[Chorus]
Something about her probably can't live without her
and earthy quakes
But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello
And when that final moment came to pass
Like Christ I came-a riding on an ass
Thank you very much
mingled by her wrists
as she tried with all her might to have something
anything—to control.
the razor was serenity, it granted her amnesty
from the shouts
And cross all my T's
And by the way my GPS
You out here way to lost in these streets
I needed 2 of everything
Like I was spellin' out Tennessee
I wrote this
STORY
Intro:- huh nuh, Fush pon dis yea
Huh nuh
Chorus:- This how the story go, yea
Nah murder she wrote, yea
She load up the glock 44, hey
She blow
speak in tongues like the pastor
I'ma yell my testimony from a limousine
Not living all my life by the green
Yeah I've been that guy since I was a poor
hit from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low by the
Time that one was through
She was in Korea, Vietnam
She went
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
stop by
For the summer
For the summer
I like girls that
Wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take her if I had one wish
But she's been gone
Since that
u gjuj ke i imi
Man on dis ting tho roll that ting bro
Splifi si limo make u lean like limbo
Ska si mungon cunat kan by the kilo
Heza shum high
get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why don't y'all get off her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
[Verse 2]
I hate that people starin' 'cause this
rhyme
And she was there on the day I wrote my worst line so
I still fuck her like the first time
Baby let me put this all on you
It's me on you girl
Just
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
All She Wrote music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
1990, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013 Bucketstomp Productions
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