't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss Nine Eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
longer stay." And then looked up her own dear lord, As he came o'er the lea; He saw his castle in a blaze As far as he could see. Then sorely did his
feel If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees That what they read in the Rolling Stone has
name, if it aint about the flow, its about the stones and the chain, if I was you, i'd love me too, I roll like a boss, 9-11 pause same colour as cranberry
Every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go Running down by
name, if it aint about the flow, its about the stones and the chain, if I was you, i'd love me too, I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry
when everyone smiled And the greed of the good times would roll But a heartbeat away was the crime that did pay The shot that was heard around the world" "If you go
as I've nothing to roll him in?" He give to her his saddle blanket "That'll roll him from cheek to chin". As she took the blanket from his hand Tears
in the East, raised a G on the West Westide, smokin' and rollin' with a S on my chest I roll swift as a pigeon, diggin' niggaz graves in tomb stones
Loving is hard when it's stopped by cemetery Baby I hope those tears were meant for me Even when it hurt it was always you who shined Blinded by starlight
the curl of her hair And whisper my dreams to the girl who's not there Gather some memory from the night before Where'd she go? she go, where'd she go
the door members only no hang around Inside the fortress of fine ass We appreciate The less fortunate smile as long as she looked high class And as the
later celebrated as heroes, In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those
truth 'Til the tears run Oh, here comes one [Chorus] I've dropped by her mama's stoned out of my mind Just to hear that it's over from her one more time As
Loving is hard when it?s stopped by cemetery Baby I hope those tears were meant for me Even when it hurt it was always you who shined Blinded by starlight
t about the flow, it's about the stones and the chain, if I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce, I ain
ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry