And it will be always and Forever in my dreams It?s time to come around It?s time to wake up now It?s time to come around It?s time to come around
shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range And change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and
? yo dog, here's a biscuit I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture? And you don't wanna
a trip that I had taken to the canyons and you told me of a river that had cut through time leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters and
the digits, to be safe burn it up "And here's another Slick Rick one" and the man turn it up Now on my strap and very soon she be all hot and wanna rap
and gambling promise you'll always go straight Ten years have passed since that parting that promise I've broke I must say I started in gambling for past time and
the angels called her this parting we all have to pay She called me close to her bedside and these are the words she did say Son don't start drinking and
first and most wonderful love Chorus and i would love to be the one to walk to you home and i would love to be the one to walk to you home said i would
have passed since that parting that promise I've broke I must say I started drinking for past time at last Lord I was just like them all I bet my clothes and
jewels, and Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentine See what I mean, livin' with the scum of the earth Hit with plenty of time
And the waves and the tide The dam had to burst And the currents collide With the flood of emotion I can no longer hide We should be close As stars are
earth y'all the fire water and sky under his home under his clothes under his belt its the varientsister?? tones i never regret the wake and the as the
(uh-uh) love that I lost and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed and this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle with and
And weeds grow now where flowers used to be I walked up close looked through the picture window The past was oh so clear as I looked through I listened close and
house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months