Letras:
Hurts Blood Tears Gold

baby, baby And it won't get any better Blood, tears and gold Love grows cold Blood, tears and gold Won't make it any better When love grows cold Blood, tears and gold

cold Blood, tears and gold Won't make it any better I never let you down baby [baby] I never let you down baby [baby] And it won't get any better Blood, tears

down baby, baby And it won’t get any better Blood, tears and gold Love grows cold Blood, tears and gold Won’t make it any better Love grows cold Blood, tears and gold

penis is a mag when I lift it hit you Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol [Verse 1- Obie Trice] I, solemnly swear on my daughters tears

: [HOOK:] However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse

in Jelly Nose worrey eyes, you either do it or you die crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life... [Chorus: Johnny P] our golden

Bam! Bitch Nigga lay face down and the dirt/ count the ants u jerk/ im the answer u jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still get hurt/ u got

disregard myself, discharge my enemy it manifests in different slaveries and as the wind blows in cold inside the room her angel wings now keenly hurt me too blood

then we start to cuss We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts Like Species, she called me an animal So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded