It's hard to argue when You won't stop making sense But my tongue still misbehaves And it keeps digging my own grave With my hands open and my eyes open
; Take a look It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around Create in my own image like a god I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
people drift into a dream world I close my eyes as my hands shake And when I see a new day Who's driving this anyway I picture my own grave 'cause fear
NIGHT Father: BUT KNOW THAT YOU'RE HERE IN MY HEART WHILE I'M OUT OF YOUR SIGHT... Glinda: And like every family- they had their secrets. Lover: HAVE ANOTHER DRINK, MY
names is whiskey and wine hey hey and for my good old buddy i spent my last dime hey hey my wine is good to me it helps me pass the time and my good
me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea 'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand
I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em I'm gonna have to get my grind on Hustlin' and using my muscle tryin to bring the
dance Ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance" Now she backstage hand in my pants I been tryin' to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin' my fans Like Michelle, uh, my belle Sucked my
wants me But I'ma hit some more spots, then I'm flyin out the country It ain't about runnin off like a sucker I dug my own grave out this motherfucker
This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangers Raise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them up Spread it wide, my wife, my life,
4] From when I was younger My pain was driven by hunger No-one could tell my nuffin To save me from going under My mama cried to me told me You should get your grave
through some awful drive You occasionally cross my mind It's my hidden hope that you are still among them Well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my
through some awful drive you occasionally cross my mind it's my hidden hope that you are still among them well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my
will work if somethin don't start No meat on my plate cause I choose my own faith My peoples movin out at a very high rate Either to the grave, or way
chin checkin' and wreckin' fools? Try disrespectin', my Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my
then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade
the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black
harder Tryin' to not to take your bitch or tryin' to get rid of my own I've got Gucci's on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my