with you No matter where, but for now we're here So let's spin around again in this field of flowers we're in Let's spin again in this field of flowers
trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved in that first and last virginal Summer When you entered this world of blood and belief And coupled under
gangsta) One that, just won't snitch I mean a (gangsta), keep it real with his click A real (gangsta), who be putting it down A real (gangsta), till they put me six feet
Bacon" by some butchery tool. (he is you) Social Security took care of this lad, we watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower. A flower
on the phone with Ed Lisa and Dre? The mind spits the rhymes yeah I'm at it again Bout to flow, oh I'm ready to blow like the wind Put you, six feet under
