As tears go by It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Doin' things I used to do They think are new I sit and watch As
As tears go by It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Doin' things I used to do They think are new I sit and watch As tears go
't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
about the flow, it's about the stones and the chain, if I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce, I ain
truth 'Til the tears run Oh, here comes one [Chorus] I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind Just to hear that it's over from her one more time As
: Loving is hard when it?s stopped by cemetery Baby I hope those tears were meant for me Even when it hurt it was always you who shined Blinded by
if it aint about the flow, its about the stones and the chain, if I was you, i'd love me too, I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce
like you, We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, man go on go long go strong. (Big Moe
tree With fruit as leaves, only to be chopped and burned I don't think there'll ever be a remedy for my disease As tears proceed bleed from eyes of
Michelle say? Do you love her as much as you love me? I sit alone I watch the phone get dial toned Then you I've known The marrow bone A rolling stone
When he danced with his first wife By '61 his wife was gone But that jukebox had survived It was three plays for a quarter I turned on enough to go
the truth Until the tears run, oh, here comes one I?ve dropped by her mama?s stoned out of my mind Just to hear that it?s over from her one more time As
the flow its bout the stones and the chain(yea) if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll like a boss 911 porsche, same color as cranberry sauce i aint goin
ain't about the flow It's about the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce I
Atlanta (fila nigga) [Verse 1:] I'm a Graded baby ATL, and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell you dont' wanna step to close or go to far 'cause where
be like you Kici's in this bitch chillin with my partna screw fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge man go on, go on, go strong (Big Moe)
aint no huggin and kissin Wen you wanna get away ill take you for a ride Wen that nigga act up ill be by your side [ill be by your side] (Chorus-Killa
