Lirieke:
Dead Moon D O A

made you take the trip How could you go so quick Out through the open door I wish I'd loved you more D. o. a. Pure as the driven snow - innocence now

'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture

still a fuckin superstar. Im still a what king, im bout to live a dream. Everytime i pull out, im wit a strong team. A team full a goons, higher than

two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before I left the premise,

hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still

a cuss word I'd just be like,"Fuck" If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin' like,"Sup?" If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit If I was the D.O.

being broke make your father straight but i got a better grip on myself so i avoid being played short like an elf bust a side bust her

than that you like the Taj Mahal momma You a treasure to me life with you is a plesure to me And I'm a make sure no man ever measure to me Like Run and D

O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D Live the life of the lowly, Movin' white ponies, still puttin' in work for the dead homies, Show me the