Letras:
Story Of The Year Until The Day I Die

need this now Cause I know I still do Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for you Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I

need this now Cause I know I still do Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for you Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I

touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I

point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing

this is the end But this is my deathbed I lie here alone If I close my eyes tonight I know I'll be home The year is 1941 I was eight years old and far

allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until

a funnel in my mouth And force fed me nothing but sauer kraut Until I was twenty-six and a half years old That's when I swore that someday, Someday I

brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta try to

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain' with no marriage