My baby's in the graveyard she's waiting for me up there thinking of her real hard thinking of the graveyard! In the back of a hearse is where I met
were so damn perfect though Romancing on the grave But the love we had wouldn't last Cause they came and took you away Underneath that graveyard tree
that I simply wouldn?t understand. Baby your are crazy what I always said to her. But one cold night she left her body and these words. Lay me beneath a graveyard tree
see your smiling face What once was an angel now fallen from grace Death from above Striking me down I'm growing ill in depressive disgrace Last time around at the old graveyard tree
place, you'll fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana So fuck them palm trees I got shit for you to really see Like there's a graveyard with bury
I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap To avoid the hungry beasts below I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing Of a graveyard gray and a garden
That I would always be the reason blood flowing... All through the soil and up in those trees First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt Moms worked the graveyard
they called him Wash the baby in the water Take away little Kyle's sin In a whitewash shotgun shack An old man passes away Take his body to the graveyard
, Big L is the first to represent. Verse One: Big L Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flavs, God. Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard
So there i was watching Sanford & Son workin the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight
You gotta recalculate your computer (reset all your clocks) and reload all your shooters My woofers blow down trees and then pull 'em back up (past the graveyard
the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Suck, I'm a nuts be Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard Straight from the graveyard
So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the glass I see crackheads all night
[Violent J:] On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night
it plans get active Still awary the risk she's committing murders She could burn your epidermis like a fucking thermos Verse 5: gate keeper It was dark sorta pitch black Opening the trees
And if you're fast and if you're lucky You will never see that hangin' tree Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains Like graveyards filled with
beneath a shady tree For a little boy who died in 1943 But still in the air this lingering grief Pretty little monument beneath a shady tree There's