Woorden:
Marin Chris

Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost, She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow, But now she's off and running,

I can't run, in your eyes There's no place left to hide You have seen my every mystery Just show itself and die So I will fly before you And all is all

like I'm Kobe when I rep the west Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets out of use I keep it G, like my nigga Chris and hit em with a deuce

boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme

take my love away, Not now! [KIM] Oh Chris, [CHRIS] Oh Kim, [KIM] I can't get free [CHRIS] Please get free [KIM] [CHRIS] Still

send the marines We are sending nothing from what I've been told Buddy, are you there? Do you know what this means? Sure! Time to fall in love! [CHRIS

em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys,

she knows what I stand for Or the things that I believe Just by looking at a sticker for the U.S. Marines On the bumper of my SUV See, my brother Chris

BooYea! I'm a soap box yelling into megaphones. Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones. Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches the day that Chris