Letras:
Pieces Wood

: All I am is a piece of wood Cut from something living Touch me I don't feel to good I'm cold but I'm not shivering You say I do not know, to say

my hos hold grands The flows cold man But I ain't stuntin' until the Rose Rolls land From Rose Bowl Land Then I'm a spend a few notes to wood it out Get

Blinding lightning sears the flesh Raindrops fall like musketballs Piercing the skin, wood, steel and bone All aboard will pay The captain surfaces for air amongst the torrent nightmare Latching to a piece

her We put on a shine; put on a motor Built out of love, made for the water Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that

: She?s a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She?s looks great in cheap sunglasses She looks great in anything She?s ?I want a piece

from de start Buss ya body slow motion like d beat of me heart If you clever you can bust ya tune always pon me chart Ya de sweetest piece a wood from

is meant Mankind that's an offense Enlightened souls seeking a better way We smokin' marihuana We think of thoughts just like the buddha say We head to nirvana Chorus Not wood

million years So you think you're clever Well, if you really are Would you kindly tell me How big is a star And what does it contain Is it metal or wood

for a weekend Don't watcha for a night I'm only interested if I can have you for life (Yeah) I know I sound serious and baby I am You're a fine piece