The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
Early this mornin' You knocked upon my door Early this mornin' Ooh, you knocked upon my door And I said, "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go" Me
You know that bad luck will eat you up Whens it gonna end? I twisted everything I could out of words In real life my colors never blend When I was a
Why? Why do these questions come to mind When the answer is s-s-so far away? The questions I ask myself everyday Why? Every time I reach for the sky
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop You know, we know, we know, we wreck
Tonight we ride, right or wrong Tonight we sail, on a radio song Rescue me, should I go down If I stay too long in trouble town Oh, yeah, you wreck me
I'll go on loving you don't ask me why don't know what else to do don't ask me why How sad my heart would be if you should go Though you're not good for
Jesus loved the devil out of me yes Jesus loved the devil out of me When he took me by the hand old Satan just gave up and ran Jesus loved the devil out
As you leave to meet the girl who's now your number one Look at me I'm the wreck of number two That someone else is that you've made this morning When
VERSE; A typical sunnydolyn morning A cup of coffee and blue skies Leaves swaying green Listen to the Robins sing Not a cloud in the sky Concentrate
I ain't askin' questions I'm only here to do one thing (One thing, yeah) I ain't askin' questions I'm only here to make you feel good (Make you feel good
(Durrty Goodz Intro) Yeah, just imagine that though...and just dream...'cause this is real grime MC'ing (huh) but it's never gonna' change...until you
The name of this motherfucker is called Questions (ha) Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em) QDIII did the beat (all day all night) Whassup to everybody out there
360 questions to ask a Gravedigga Here are just seven of them Yo RZA, how many bites did it take you to chew your fuckin' arm off? Hey Gravediggaz, who
(Devilish Moans) (Deep Inhales) Lynch: Hey who tha Fucc are you? Devil: Aw shit, dont you know devils dont die so im bacc in this muthafucka you know
Thousands of the unknown who have died Millions of the widows still wonder why The children they've left behind Their minds now shot to waste Innocent
Yea My type of shit See!! When i do what i do i do it I said when i do what i do i do it Dat right [verse 1:] See she all on my dick cause i make alot
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) I check it in in the Dirty South (Ay-yeah) I check it in in the Midwest (Hustle, man) I check it in on