Woorden:
Black Sun Soft

time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke

never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete But soft

for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for

are best expressed Some things are best expressed by nature Like the song of the sun , song of the sun The song of the sun, song of the sun The song of the sun

a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what I been around the sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize

She wore faded jeans and soft black leather She had eyes so blue they looked like weather When she needed me I wasn't around That's the way it goes, it

wet Oh, keep givin' hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh Oh, keep givin' hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft

never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete But soft

here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft