Your brains went black, when she took back her love And put it out into the sun, the birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were
for bomer and this fix is for bradley this song is for winning losers it's for lucky substance abusers the ones who left their black marks on us
home, can't carry their same load But I feel guilty like the flight went down And my cellphone wasn't on airplane mode Soy-based newsprint, black market
Your brains went black When she took back her love And put it out into the sun The birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were
m gone on that motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes
And they say your life was marked And you were wondering if it would ever start Stop Sunlight on a razor blade three different souls And the lives they
feel that I should kill wack Niggas that peel caps and that ill crap Bigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the set Niggas get smoked like a cigarette
OUT 'CAUSE YOUR ROOTS ARE SHOWING DYE EM BLACK - DYE EM BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK NO. 1 BLACK BLACK BLACK BLACK NO. 1 LITTLE WOLF SKIN BOOTS - AND CLOVE CIGARETTES
shit! Apparition of a poltergiest Blessed with a heart but it's cold as ice And broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in orange and black with
shit Apparition of a poltergeist Blessed with heart But is cold as ice and broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in all jet black with contacts
nigga gotta teach you some table manners Like Kokane said 'To all you suckers get your mother fucking Knuckles off the table mother fuckers' I smoke me a cigarette
mean hanging? [Warden] ...Caffeine, cocaine or opium? Arm length. 31 inches... The matrons are on the way. So don't get too cozy. Put off that cigarette
A cigarette burns itself out in a crushed up co'cola can ashtray In front of a busted up old mirror Delilah Blue is checking out his tired sachet Getting
Lowell george (dialog) Jimmy carl black (dialog) Roy estrada (dialog) Bunk gardner (dialog) Don preston (dialog) Motorhead sherwood (dialog) Ian underwood
object in sight Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails The black market eats up all your failures Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets No pool, no pets, no cigarettes
....THERE black lipstick tatoos of a peace sign Plus the mark of the beast sign, all night please be kind Baby girl has no.... fear. Tight clothing blowing cigarette
in the corner of my eye But he dissappears like cigarette smoke In a cloud, then the rain comes, then the pain comes X marks the spot, graffitti marks
