Gloomy Sunday

See the flowers in my hair, yellow daisies just a pair I think everybody lied, told me grass is greener there Black revolvers what I tote, point the iron at your throat You can see the rising smoke, I pop the hammer hear them choke You can close your mind now I think we'll be fine now You'll escape one day On this gloomy Sunday Felt my spirit being pulled away I sold my soul away I'm a go and get that gold today you feeling cold today If you ever feeling safe, they gon' lock that code away Put your heart back in your place as the beat gets pulled away Dearest, the shadows I live with the numberless Little white flowers, will never awaken you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Gloomy Sunday If you feeling gloomy The flowers always blooming If you feeling gloomy Those shadows always looming Gloomy, Sunday, beam you down like sun rays Bloody Sunday, Perfect flow like feng shui, aye Project runway stepping out my closet it's dangerous Japanese girl in my whip and they both speak the same language, uh I bear more arms than Goro I move in silence, assassin Mako or Joe Castello Best hope I'm cool and mellow Quick drawing like I'm Jango With two guns it takes two to tango Load the ammo, I know things you can't know I'm living life feeling like there's a bounty on my head People cycle through like revolvers, I ain't taking roulette 365, I keep the 357 Gloomy Sunday, you lost to the shadows, my piece keep the reverence Dearest, the shadows I live with the numberless Little white flowers, will never awaken you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you My heart is telling you, how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday If you feeling gloomy The flowers always blooming If you feeling gloomy Those shadows always looming The revolution will not be televised