down baby, baby And it won’t get any better Blood, tears and gold Love grows cold Blood, tears and gold Won’t make it any better Love grows cold Blood, tears and gold
baby, baby And it won't get any better Blood, tears and gold Love grows cold Blood, tears and gold Won't make it any better When love grows cold Blood, tears and gold
cold Blood, tears and gold Won't make it any better I never let you down baby [baby] I never let you down baby [baby] And it won't get any better Blood, tears
in Jelly Nose worrey eyes, you either do it or you die crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life... [Chorus: Johnny P] our golden
will be adjusted by an intellgent villain Guerilla warfare killing Amplifies, fear tears blood embedded in mud Daddy falls to the accuracy intricate of a scud Black gold
Bam! Bitch Nigga lay face down and the dirt/ count the ants u jerk/ im the answer u jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still get hurt/ u got
wings and a cry pierced the air It fluttered and it fell on the rocks at my feet Weeping It left it, the thing that had fallen Blood stained my hands and tears
disregard myself, discharge my enemy it manifests in different slaveries and as the wind blows in cold inside the room her angel wings now keenly hurt me too blood
but then we start cus we was just makin love now we tearin up eachothers gut like species she called me and animal so feel the tounge or the warm blooded
then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like Species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded
the taste of what's seemingly odd Relieving what stress I manifested From the weight of the world on my chest Feeling restless, ready to hurt someone But a hurt
body he's harrowed the road. Her silken skirt in tatters tore, Her silken blouse was spattered with blood. "Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she says "For the road it sorely hurts
However you want it, you don't want it, 'cuz when you get it, it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin' holdin' on to her purse sayin
man, what an image, no more breeding, hand on my brain My little blood stain, no backwards position, my incision, pissing blood Tears please don't hurt
I see, the sun will turn Blood-red it changes over me For three days I suffered the poisonous gold Made Cyrus the God-sent King Oh memories of old For
