all I want is faith And I believe I'll move the mountains I think Or maybe I'll drown in the sea Keep holding on All I got is holding onto these roses
I want is faith. And I believe I'll move the mountains, I think, Or maybe I'll drown in the sea. Keep holding on, All I got is holding on these roses
, I smoke when I wanna Twenty-six inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon' last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rose
the great one My blade swung, decapitate your snake head Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs Rock
warm in the summer While you don?t wear any clothes In the winter Rememberin' the other day when I sent ya A dozen of them long stem roses You told me
B, none of y'all can F wit me Rise to the top like I'm brick in the pot I'm like Allen wit the rock, I ain't missing a shot When I'm down in the Dirty
alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright In the east I rose, froze in the pose Of a land diseased, flows that coolest summer
dope injected by swollen syringes This flame thrower singes and burns you to a crisp of ashes I'm ill suffer from constant hot flashes Bad rock annihlates
hoes that want my play sh-t gold digger sonar, roam like it aint nothing (?) but look what I made from it Carmelo straight stuntin purple label 8 hundred I better get the four Rose had the summer
lost too much inside Ain't nothing left to hide in the game Hey Rose, how do you laugh in your own show Try to fight the fears that rise within Rock '
for the nuns, for their Tuesday night tournaments; it was a pizza party. And the lounge was decorated to look like a cave: every surface was covered with that spray-on rock
Stars are falling like rockets in ruins I'm in the meadows where the roses bloom The orange blossoms shaking loose Lovers talking like lovers do Summer
life that's sober and clean But the kid's 17 in a ganja haze, this summer he's following Phish Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite
ecstasy Come on, come on, let's lay down I'm walking out of what to say That kind of lucky rhyme Make a chippy wanna say "Whisper in the belly to me, rocking rose
a bust ya This is my life in the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle I make a fucking ton folk, this is my life niggaz Bentleys to Hummers Winters to summers
I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfast Look outside, summer's lost and gone It's a long walk on a street of right and wrong In every inch of sadness Rocks
dream So anxious to grow in the new summer rain And bloom like a rose on the Calico Plains How could she hear as we laughed on that long summer night
