Paroles:
Pretty Things Death

As your loved ones they place Heavy stones on your face Your sonnets of life They are filling the case High windows inside me Look down on your face

body movement of a turbion... I just watch ha, it's been a hectic year... so I sit and get fried Call the weed electric chair But ya'll on death row...

Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around

her The best thing was to stay away She grew up and she left the rest of us And now the understanding's gone I haven't changed, how could I? I'm pretty

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has

all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned. The only thing

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has

truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating

a sawed-off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done