from the heart of me All I have from the heart of me All I have from the heart of me All I have from the heart of me All I have from the heart of me
and shining, shining for you and me All I ever wanna be is save and warm in your arms All I have, from the heart of me
Перевод: Grateful Dead. From The Heart Of Me.
out and shining, shining for you and me All I ever wanna be is save and warm in your arms All I have, from the heart of me
bro, (?) try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong
and shoot ya, mister charlie told me so. Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes, Fix it up together in some alligator wine. I can hear
Without a warning you broke my heart You took it, darlin' and you tore it apart You left me sitting in the dark, crying You said, your love for me was
and the fire from the ice. Will you come with me? Won't you come with me? Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me? Goddamn, well I declare
Anxious hope and thoughts of love will never let me down, not let me go Inside, my heart's a cage of ice loved and lost, Still toss the lonely dice I
you know me, I've never seen homie He try to lean on me I'ma put the beam on him Tele-screen on me, really if he only Knew that we split him like a blunt
Citizens of oz: GOOD NEWS! SHE'S DEAD! THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD! THE WICKEDEST WITCH THERE EVER WAS THE ENEMY OF ALL OF US HERE IN OZ IS DEAD! GOOD
you drunk as me? (anytime Numskull) Well lets get keyed. The highest niggaz in the industry, 40 Water you drunk like me? (Numskull you numb like me
of the month, bro, [Incomprehensible] try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
niggas even stay a fan That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead (We miss you) And where I'm from it's either Guns or Roses And fuck with me,
Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward Stop the crow from the young flowers, from
called up yonder you can hear the angels sing At the Punkin Center Barn Dance God is gold the grass is green [ fiddle ] Yeah I left California just before the Grateful Dead
come on and get happy I hate Puff Daddy And his friend the dead fatty I hate the grateful dead But I'll be grateful when the rest of them are dead
