What I see is what's to be Cartwheels to eternity Round and round my head she goes In the good dreams though she wears no clothes Took our picture by
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again He seems to be stuck in the 80's He wears his 'members only' jacket 'Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies And
Walked back home from this disaster Saw your ghost under the plaster My heart in thrown, broken to pieces I'm coming home Lost my way, gave up my treasure
I love you in the worst way The only way I know They say the clearer the water The more that it shows See the deeper the river Then the stronger the
Your words buzz around my head You make me feel warm again You are my lover, my song and my best friend And I don't want this to ever end You hold my
I answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo
can I say except that I want you by my side How can I show, you, show me a way Don't you know, the times I tried (solo) Guess that's all I have to
in the mating of day and night, crows are circling in ominous flight Trespassing the havens of my own temporary borders (temporary borders) [Solo]
speaks the truth. Casting spells - unknown chants with possessed burning eyes, Demonic action-witches brew accuser feeding lies, On the stake to burn alive see the crowed
) if you don't dig what I say Then I will go away. and I won't come back this again. No. 'Cause I don't need a friend. (refrain) (guitar solo again)
sea Is it me? It is a wonder, supernatural cover of war The dark ones who eternal in damnation grow Set about me now How they whine and crow I am solo
brain Till I question all my thoughts And clean A?m up from stains Clean em up from stains Clean em up from stains, yeah Die free, yeah! [Solo: Jens
Look up in the sky, It's a crow! It's a bat! No, it's super nigger! Confused, some say I can't lose, All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views
songs niggas know what im about [Game:] Backstage bodyguard [Juice:] Knockin niggas out [Game:] Holdin up chronic on ya magazine cover Next month im on the front solo
bed that beckons you But you won't rest Everyone's got a need to go Most of us stick with our row to hoe But not you, you're the black crow With a straight
always had bitches Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo Nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know 'Cuz I pull a high solo, hit 'em fo' they gee'z low Lay low, crow
[mr. pookie] Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as mr. pookie walks through tha hood I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good I just threw
In the hazy light I see Lonely crow, dark green dream I got no paddle and I got no shoes I'm solo in a rawhide canoe Hundreds of them little bug eyes
