Too soon gone, too soon gone No one lives forever Who would want to? But you're too soon gone, too soon gone Too soon gone, too soon gone Pretty soon
Vertaling: Die Band. Te vinnig verby.
on my corner, yes uh Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit So I can pull up outta here, we gone Slow the shit down now so I can catch it I'm gon' catch it,
hate the news holmes You probably somewhere sittin' on the stoop huh Sippin' on the **** plottin' to **** me later huh When will a hater learn I'm too
to enter a discussion of exatly what makes you a WINNER hot SPRINGS roommates FALL into place SUMMER too soon all in the case of I wonder who knows what
take it to the stage Sucker, Foreign Objects coming soon From the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank
potnah got a DUI for smoking too much weed, you can look me right in the eye & tell that I'm keyed. Cataracts, cannibus card, its hard too see & read
promised your mom that I'd write while I'm gone You say daddy come home, we'll just have to wait I hope when I get there that it won't be too late Skylar
thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon
if I fall off stage and hit the floor Becomes part of the show, keep giving 'em more I like it when you dance and move your shell and it's Too soon to
He found a temporary home in my flat Telling innocent lies Throwing dust in my eyes But I lead him on Knowing that someday soon he'd be gone Just like
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon and if there is no room upon the hill and if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see
this smoke-filled bar The band's a joke, yeah the singer's gone too far (ooh yeah) But the waiter said she'd soon be here Now should I go or have another
rollin' on You might be gone, yeah, but not forgotten, no Keep on singin' on 'Cos I can hear it, all in my soul Keep on rappin' on I know you're gone
just keep on rolling on You might be gone, yeah, but not forgotten, no Keep on singing on Cos I can hear it All in my soul Keep on rapping on I know you're gone
and fucking buses and multiple bands and all kinds of shit, I wish now I would have taken bass lessons, sorry sorry Tom: So do I, I wish you did too
