All the things let undone, All the smiles that are gone, All the love you won't know, All the places you won't go.
[Munoz / Munoz] All the things let undone, All the smiles that are gone, All the love you won't know, All the places you won't go.
: [Munoz / Munoz] All the things let undone, All the smiles that are gone, All the love you won't know, All the places you won't go.
old like a withered tree These days are passing eternally You won't ask me to slow it down Blurred emotions in the crown of the kings of speed And all
Two ravens in the old oak tree, one for you and one for me Bluebells in the late December, I see signs now all the time The last time we slept together
best of me And she didn't try to stop it On a dead end road nobody knows A thing about but me We parked that old ford pickup truck Under that cypress tree
down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree
if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about KI's, it's all poison How could you call yourself
it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now everything is all right. If it wasn??° for this music, i??? be dead,
of the year Man that shit deserves a hearse and a tear Swear to God I'm overlaid, all my girls get overf-cked All my deals be overpaid and all my joints
fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree And a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead So I took a ride
your eyes And though you know I'm dead You'd like to hold my thighs If it's wrong to think on this To hold the dead past, to hold the dead past in your
I do? Midnight streets feel dead, when I am so used to driving with you Brighter lights fill the nights and bluer skies reflect in your eyes As I inspect and analyze all
at all New leaf turns over, unwilling to fall Tonight I'm busting out of this old haunted house 'Cause I'm sick of waiting for All those spider webs to grow all
gets old Sometimes we try to find a road to the riches, need roadside assistants Blisters on my knees from beggin' for forgiveness Ain't no dollars on my trees
, guess who I saw (Who?) Black and [unverified] now, ain't this proper Guns drawn full of [unverified] toward the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all
knees away." "Now Teddy me boy," the old widow cried "Your two fine legs was your mama's pride Them stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't you run