Letras:
Hotel 44

Now as the lights dim down I close my eyes yet somehow still feel pain Your drugs sedated me and now I fear here we go again Everything starts to spin

Not feeling too strong but now it's time to move on and forget about you Because the life that you're leading's left so many bleeding it's true Since

You rip off all your friends yet still you sleep at night You're lower than the shit on my boot alright No wonder you've got no friends And no-one to

Covered eyes withholding a sly grin She folds me down and sorts amongst the sin She need's you're soul to win Red devil, red devil, red devil, red devil

sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys the focus, ashtray?s to the top a hundred roaches Pretty head on hotel

D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks. B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the

' feds, law enforcement, and police Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold! 9-karat 44's, and Calicos

his women Drove a big long Cadillac limousine Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas And a hotel suite in New Orleans Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket And a 44

by Nanci Griffith He owned a hotel on Jersey shore She made her living seeing the sailors door to door He was a small Hawaiian with a crooked smile But