blood runs cold I mourn Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Be my eyes Stole my
the lone state home My blood runs cold, I mourn Stole my sight but not my heart I miss my second home Adopted son doth mourn Mourn, yeah, yeah Be my
I make it up to you? What can I do to break the barriers that stand between us? What can I do to break them down? And I know that it comes down to this
blood runs cold I mourn Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son Doth mourn Be my eyes Stole my sight
can I make it up to you? What can I do to break the barriers that stand between us? What can I do to break them down? And I know that it comes down to
Don't tell me you love me, just tell me you will not leave, cause tonight is one of those nights when I'm only interested in one fucking thing. I got
I lay down and die. The whole world joins in. I lay down and die. The teardrops begin. I lay down and die. And die, and die. I lay down and die.
: You are the only censor if you don't like what I say you have a choice you can turn me off If you don't like what I say you have a choice you can turn
fuck If I'm tore down, from the floor down Six-feet deep in the cut What the fuck done went wrong How long will I be mourned? When I'm gone, same
give a fuck If I'm tore down, from the floor down Six-feet deep in the cut What the fuck done went wrong How long will I be mourned? When I'm gone
they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) (Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down
And When I'm Gone, Just Carry On, Don't Mourn Rejoice Every Time You Hear The Sound Of My Voice Just Know That I'm Looking Down On You Smiling And I Didn
got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn
you down Mistreatin' everything, if you were king he'd take your crown If you were a dead man he'd take ya from your grave He will not mourn for you
down Mistreatin' ev'rythin', if you were king he'd take your crown If you were adead man he'd take ya from your grave He will not mourn for you or
you down Mistreatin' everything, If you were king he'd take your crown If you were a dead man He'd take ya from your grave He will not mourn for you
get you down Mistreatin' ev'rythin', if you were king he'd take your crown If you were adead man he'd take ya from your grave He will not mourn for you
