Rose start to rain And Willie takes her hand It's getting late and the little ones yawn They're ready for Christmas day William and Rose by the light
rain And Willie takes her hand Hmm, it's getting late and the little ones yawn They're ready for Christmas day William and Rose, by the light of the
might get squeezed And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince And throw rose
Every rose has its thorn To stab your heart For every word misspelt For every knife that cuts you Every rose has its thorn To stab your heart I watched
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner I make my money and vacate, evade prison Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven And all the Hennessy and
damaged petals On the contrary - we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun Well...we are the roses, this is the concrete, and
Entered A Criminal Life Stile And Became The Center. I Made My Money And Vacate Evade Prison Work From The Chosen One Outcast Unforgiving. And All Henesy And
of the sun The strength of a thousand bows And those who near it again, will fear it again And it's here in the heart of the rose Painted in the sky was
then maybe you'll finally see I do it all for you CHORUS Love will come and love will go away From the brightest color into shade of gray I will aways
Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will
the forscythe and bail, Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and they find
avenue we blow it, ?she, i don't mean to brag! anything she want, she know daddy will get it, screaming out my name, every time i hear it, she smoke too
where roses bloom And when you speak angels sing from above Ev'ry day words seem to turn into love songs Give your heart and soul to me And life will
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field And there were rows of ripe tomatoes Where a secret was concealed And it rose like thunder Clapped under our hands And
trees And ghostly voices rose from the fields I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees, and
