Benz, and a fly Corvette and there ain't no other way to get it, but on the road when I come back from tour, hit you off with a rose maybe a ring, nah
the angels up yonder As the dew kissed the pale summer rose As we stood there in silence, dishearted These words to her lover did go Dear Jack, you
I whip the Harley I'm hardly seeing you playas you can't see me I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really And the rose gold bezzle show clearly V where
Ha) I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch Don't say shit, get your face-lift rose rich let tha champagne drip, niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit get it
80's got too far It was time for me to pick up my guitar Picked it up Looked good! All my friends turned up their noses At Freewheelin' and For The Roses
AESOP- Pain cave uno, smoking a broken blue note. Tar pit escape artist carcass linger in the bull doze. Rose radio Lazarus via linear bark screaming '
in the garden I gotta stay high until I die I gotta stay high until I die Shrimp roll, full of that dro Leave the club full of Rose' Mo Your girlfriend
enemies Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed Leavin' no trace of the evidence Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, I placed
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed I'm leavin no trace of the evidence Bodies be in box chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, I placed them
like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting
air, winter's bitter love affair I grab my coat again, hat on my head Lit my jack and I was off again she said Risin' up early that sun rose barely
hot!!??!! What???!@!?! Freedman on the shack roof strumming guitar Dem 3 chord riffs couldn' take him too far Shutzmann yelling over "***Shaddup supa STARR***!!!" Ohhh leave it alone.... Dirty Jack
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go Well the school bells are ringin', everybody went out Goin' to the shag, gonna shake it all about Bop-a-lena lookin' like a rose
they shop on Ebay, baby why is they frontin'? They be on the internet but they never cop nothin' I keep you in girl, what is those on your toes? And your neck staying froze off that rose
to buck and he would hear ya oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the ground *thud* that cat was stiiiill goin jack! haha
a chara The tables are nailed down Paidi Murphy's on his eighth With Jimmy Joyce and Yeats We're having ourselves a rare auld time Sweet Mary Clare has roses
filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and more And when two years had passed and gone it rose about