skulls, in the earth. And grow bone trees, to sheild your grief. Bright white trees, and nectarines. We'll write postards to the love sick sea. And
your skulls, in the earth. And grow bone trees, to sheild your grief. Bright white trees, and nectarines. We'll write postards to the love sick sea. And
of the womb of a poisonous man Beaten and broken and chased from the land But I rise up above it, high up above it and see I was hung from a tree made
the homie a homie or he a dyke Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman, that's how i'm a
a mailbox, threw it threw the wall 'Cuz I'm a get my shit so fuck all y'all Took a loaf of bread and a carton of the shelf Even took a Faygo, two-liter
By ten Shoot a little pool and sip some gin Gave it a little set bet And then made a little bet about who would win Continue smashing A nigga been on the road and
curb, hit that herb, hit that nerve And I'm down to serve and splurge Fuck around and get burned, ya better learn Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
one Watch the sunrise all alone Sitting on the tracks Hear the train come roaring in Never coming back Laying quiet in the grass Everything is still River stones and broken bones
a broken man I was once a broken fool Lost my wife and children To one basic broken rule Now I live my life in silence Though I'm not quite in a shell
feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart, you dirty
broke Just 'cause it's a butt doesn't mean it's a joke With a heart like an apple butt hard like a stone stuck in the mud 'cause it stuck to the bone
a fly on the wall All I want to do Is go fly a kite Or take a hike And try and keep myself From taking a flying leap There's ringing in my ears Especially
in the end we all must die Our rotting flesh and broken bone will feed the ground that we call home But a new sprout grows from a fallen tree, my
(Rag and bone) Rag and bone (Rag and bone) Rag and bone Meg, look at this place (What? Whoo!) Well, this place is like a mansion It's like a mansion,
A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee Far away in another place A fading beauty named Milly Grace A gospel singer with pocks on her face And a bamboo
up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all as responsible citizens
really want Is to get back home somehow So build up a fire Say a little prayer And cook a little meat Pull 'em up a chair And offer them a plate Maybe
know you owe me, baby) [Layzie Bone] See the number one mission be to get this cash And if a nigga fuck with that, I'm a get in his ass I pull the trigger
