dead, into your room to fill your head Remember this, when the circle is closed and the stranger's dead That even death can die in a dead man's song
Traduction: La Couronne. Dead Man Song.
the dead, into your room to fill your head Remember this, when the circle is closed and the stranger's dead That even death can die in a dead man's song
Easter pink And my wrist special par but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla That's a bullet hole
Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust, Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind
Kwest & A.L.) [Intro:] [man 1:] I like this song... [man 2:] All right! All right! All right everybody set off down! [man 1:] Oh, please! [man 2:] Come
a man raise from the dead? Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused Mind's atomic
in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Stepchild, freak show Black girl, bad hair Broad nose, cold stare Tap shoes, Broadway Tuxedo, holiday Creative black, Love song Stupid words, erased song Gun shots, orange house Dead man
who said this shit here would never happen Now who?s laughin you said we?d never make it by rappin But you was dead wrong this song was made to strictly
Cover of Jeff Buckley song Eternal life is now on my trail Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail While all these ugly gentlemen
need to take this back and slow it down, shine your crown I can't pretend that I feel the same My skin's not thick enough There's no comfort in song
t gotta like me just please respect it Hip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres, I'm a keep spitting til they crown
gotta like me just please respect it Hip hop is dead n-gga let me resurrect it Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres, I'm a keep spitting til they crown
