should have killed me when you had the chance, no second chance, no second chances love came knocking at your door but you didn't answer, you waited for
can't stop thinking about you at night, and all i see is your smile and the thought of being in love and my last wish was spending it with you leave nothing for
was it you my only cure, this love anchors me to you and i don't want to set sail, set sail... loose lips, sink ships, loose lips sinks baby you left it for
her heart shaped locket, Is far from an inanimate object. She's as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin, Still afraid of the boogey man under her
and will be trembling Under the feet of Her, for our love - it's neverending It becomes wild to You like entwined lovers It's coming out for you with
He bore the coffin from her sorry lot Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked To splinter her sarcophagus And gaze upon her
made four [P] He seen this fly girlie [E] Suave and deboinaire [P] Light skinned complexion [E] With long black hair [P] But this girl was ug-ly [E] I mean her
me is a part of him So a part of me still sins Where should I begin Raisin' a child with your prognosis Droppin' roses I feel close as the coffin closes
in burning incense sticks Holding their camels' head low while presenting their gift (Your offering sir) Exotic animals, perfumed oils, gold for the Prince For
of us My hearts colder than jack frost is We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes and my black forces A black rose for a rats coffin Blowin O?s in that black coffin
put me back in my coffin and they lowered me down And ever since then, it seems like nobody come around [Chorus] Shed tears for me How loooooooong They've been praying for
I keep calling you [Kanye West] Christian Dior denim flow I told her I'm tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for [Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for
a dead ass rose Long ass worm hangin' outta my nose My bitch got older, look like Mick Foley I killed her 'cuz I refuse to die lonely Come on, bitch
I know I've done wrong Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song Put bunches of roses all over my coffin Roses
and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for
, street lights, night-sights Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, he'll kill you For long
leaves But she can't stand the memory so I really don't blame her For taking the very first Greyhound she'd seen But god I hate her for takin' the first
her heart shaped locket Is far from an inanimate object She?s as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin Still afraid of the bogey man under her bed
