Outro:] Dear cold cruel world why am I here? Flames risin', flames risin' Dear please juse wipe away the tears Flames risin', flames risin' Dear cold
Gunshot] [Chorus/Outro:] Dear cold cruel world why am I here? Flames risin', flames risin' Dear please just wipe away the tears Flames risin', flames risin' Dear cold
high niggas be gettin by on these streets do or die on these streets hit 'em high meet defeat wit 'em tied across the feet niggaz lie beneath the creek
soon And we'll leave this place I would just lay in the mustard seed And watch you climb the trees Look for fool's gold in the scary creek Splash you, cold
they'd see the light Oh mommy and daddy why can't you hear our cries The day is almost over, soon it will be night We're so cold and hungry and our feet
just creep on the low, through my secret window, Feel the niche and my mic. plugs a leak in the boat. Never hit the mainstream in the creek where I row
It's The Business Takin Me Around The Bend The Way The Rims Go Windows Sink And Breathe The Wind Blow In Flows Indonesia Thinkin Your Pimpin You Just Clog The Creek
just a jar drifting by the tide And I hope that a star will lift me to reside In the hands of a single soul that can relate To these crawling, my fingers cold
away he was not ordinary. He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?" I said, "I got no money." He said, "That ain't necessary." We set out that night for the cold
Little Bessie, a girl that I once knew And she told me just to come on by If there's anything she could do [Chorus:] Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
(Feat. Cashis) (Intro) (Cashis & Bobby Creekwater) The Motherfucking Gangster And A Gentleman (Oh) I Am The Gangster Capo Cashis Creek The Gentleman
Last night I fell asleep And dreamed of Bitter Creek The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak And the cold black timber swayin' in the
Rode down Wolf Creek pass In the white autumn lightnin' October twenty-third Nineteen thirty-five I was one mounted rider I was ridin' alone On a gray
his young hoe was doing work for a bet [chorus] niggas in general sprung off the mineral I rather trip off a homie than a hoe and to my niggas in the creek
in rap Stat quo the mixtape messiah In the phantom About to run the A When we drop stanlanta Bobby Creek You know his motherfuckin' name nigga Bobby Creek
that from under me were cut My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannons in her gut In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother
