Letras:
Billy Blanco

jack tars have sown `Cause Billy Bones just wants to know who'll fly the White Bird home Oh your majesty, your majesty I heard the bosun cry Old Billy

: Hey little sister what have you done Hey little sister who's the only one Hey little sister who's your superman Hey little sister who's the one you

Well, there's a cruel sun beating where there once was a river Crops are bending in the heat but still her dark skin shivers When you move to the beat

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm not the king of anything Nor am I a god I ride like rolling thunder On a steed that's poorly shod I steal from necessity I kill with no remorse Brave

y'all tryna hold me back? Like y'all ain't ask for the old me back, I'm here My peoples play and slang cocaine More than Billy Blanco from Carlito's

sang, ma vie Je suis seul au monde depuis qu'il est parti La vie etait douce a l'auberge du bouleau blanc La vie etait douce a l'auberge du bouleau blanc

me feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me, I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy

Oh my god I could barely sit down to write this line, and I'd give anything to hear your fucking voice gain. So apathetic and I know you must be dead