Genie let out of the bottle It is now the witching hour Genie let out of the bottle It is now the witching hour Murderers, you're murderers We are not
Are you hungry? Are you sick? Are you begging for a break? Are you sweet? Are you fresh? Are you strung up by the wrists? We want the young blood Are
There's a gap in between There's a gap where we meet Where I end and you begin And I'm sorry for us The dinosaurs roam the earth The sky turns green
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one but I know that you got your reasons These
[Verse 1:] You?ve been riding this horse a long time Why can?t you find what you?ve been looking for? Always greener on the other side Always believing
You've been riding this horse a long time Why can't you find what you where looking for? Always greener on the other side Always believe there must
Black streak on the boulevard Another place they don't let you stay White rain fallin' cold and hard Gotta get through it anyway Try to be what you wanna
Well, you can dress me up as a robber But I won't be in disguise Only love is a robber And he lives within your eyes Ooh, ooh, eee, ooh You can dress
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride Sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his
(Chorus) 16x Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch (Project Pat) Man its the mack pimp never simp play these bitches like a chimp-panzee pass the fine ass
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one but I know that you've got your reasons
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses You've been out ridin' fences, for so long now, oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons
Either you be real or you be dead Hey you a killer, be a killer That's the rules to this game In the court of the law With let niggas that feel ya They
I know you were lonely till you found yourself with us Now we're the only company you need to find comfort In the night bank robbery is your life We
Well the stage was set, the sun was sinkin' low down? As they came to town to face another showdown? The lawmen cleared the people from the street All
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it must