, I'ma show ya what it's like to hurt 'Cause I've been treated like dirt befo' ya And love is evil, spell it backwards, I'll show ya Nobody knows me, I'm cold
up on a quasar His spurs was a-jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out of the cold His
men knew They should have shut us down When the hail fell to the ground From a cloudy sky of baby blue Three o'clock on a cold, cold morning The big
white stone With dimples to keep it from Rolling down the dusty trail Brought such straight rows Like corn and peas And foot caves in cold dirt And
myself getting drowsy When cold integrity keeps me wide awake Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in Get me out of this cavern or I'll cave in I
low light Walking down by the bay on the shore Staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold
It's bugging me, grating me And twisting me around Yeah, I'm endlessly caving in And turning inside out 'Cause I want it now, I want it now Give me your
a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce Reup my account, wear and durag and I ain't got waves I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave So when I'm flyin
it's hard to tell the difference But we, as entertainers, have a responsibility To these kids, psyche If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Contact Contact You've been avoiding me Like a cat tryin' to dodge a dog I never see ya shine You're as cold as the London fog You claim you want my
, no time for this aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star yo, you might be illin', you might
the way that it ends I got the weight of the world on my shoulders And one phone call can change it, make it fall 'til I'm all caved in My homie got
this Aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car Start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star Yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin'
t want to have to wake up here, it's cold in the morning Breath the eternal frost of our dawning Plus it's dark and damp with slight hints of death So cold
out for me... ] =killah priest= It's the end of the road, it's like the red moon, Over tibet, theory of the 12 monkeys, left in this cold war hungry
get played and fried But I'm too smart to start with the cold feet No-Doz shows, the P don't sleep Comin' to the place all in your cave when Panther
won't forget that you are mine Don't wanna care More than you do Don't wanna be the One who's out in the rain Don't wanna get that Call where you sound so cold
every swing The women folks for miles around heard him and come down To watch him make the cold steel ring, Lord what a swinger Just listen to that cold
