can't come out to play. I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said. Wasting the hours now, We're all suckers for
And can't come now to play I never listened to a word You never said I never listened to a word You never said Wasting the hours now We're all suckers for
't come out to play. I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said. Wasting the hours now, We're all suckers for
Traduzione: Funeral For A Friend. Roses For The Dead.
[Mr. Serv-On] It's a quarter to ten He was my friend Hit the funeral, roses in my hand Payin respects to a dead man Hugged his mama, kissed his girl
me In that Bourbon with the candy paint For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why we so deep We left a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
be when I get blasted I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
, striaght up and dead the funeral Ay yo hold the fuck up I said we gon' shoot the wake up and dead the fu-- You dead already we gon' dead the fu--
soul to the devil and then I stole it back I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief at my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? dress
Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead
soul to the devil and then I stole it back I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? Dress
one dead and gone Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha A year from now where will I be when I get blasted I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses
up, striaght up and dead the funeral Ay yo hold the fuck up I said we gon' shoot the wake up and dead the fu- You dead already we gon' dead the fu- Matter
