Symphony from my deepest sorrows Hoe ass nigga started cryin cause I started barkin at the wake On the cover of the national papers L'amour +į mort
F+¹ngas igen. Fl+„mtar. Strider.
So warm there beside me
I can't face another day and night of good ideas and complications
Eat nigga let starve
all you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why.
He can't get wild, but that's alright, girl, you made your choice
Yaaahhh
motherfuckers dead and pick one and shoot him on his head
Coming up to breath the air
You can put your money where your mouth is