In the glare of a neon sign She laid her body down The damned walked in beside her And laid his money down He said don't try to scream now But I want
Shedding tears when her son Finally asks that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night, through my bedroom door
In the glare of a neon sign, she laid her body down The damned walked in beside her and he laid his money down He said don't try to scream now but I want
Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know
Down from under, rose and fled to grow in hunger, now it's cold in summer To slow your slumbers, behold a number, 600, 6 and 3 score The same as he saw
Heeeeey What's happenin, y'all? This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby [number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant
would give up Couldn't die down the expectations they thought we'd live up It was everything, most parents hate it Niggas with dreams, wearing bling, screaming that they made it New York rapper said 'son
say that God will forgive me Amnesty for repenting here How can he? Hello father, Father please help me, Tell me that God will forgive me now! Listen closely! Forgive me father
m holding down this fortress Chorus 1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty
comes! 3 curses to the holy throne! No regrets! It's too late! The Goddess of the night comes! Will ask for what have you done! The father, holy ghost
now It must run anyhow Don't you try to know why We can't talk, close that door My father remembers Grandfather remembers Patching holes in the sky
f/ Ayana Uh, I puts it down Uh, 1, 2, 3 [Verse 1: SPM] Am I the purest of them all? Mirror, mirror on the wall Am I the one to ease the pain? Make them
Game - Like Father, Like Son Lyrics Add to MyLyrics | Submit Corrections [Verse 1: The Game] June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters
Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your
trouble goin' down best believe I was in it suspension and detention became the normal activity Teachers callin' mom cause they couldn't deal with me And my behavior, even the next door
dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down [repeated] Your halo slipping down
left many of the warriors dead, Emer's father killed himself The two lovers then were wed. Cuchulainn, The Hound of Culann x3 He is the Son of a God.
Uh, I puts it down Uh, 1 2 3. [Verse 1: SPM] Mirror, mirror on the wall. Am I the purest of them all? Am I the one to ease the pain? Make them fall to
