at my feet, and two at my head Two carrying me at where my hands are laid Grave Sweet Grave -- welcoming me home Grave Sweet Grave -- I'll be yours till
Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connelly's pain And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder
Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connely's pain And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder
at my feet, and two at my head Two carrying me at where my hands are laid Grave Sweet Grave - welcoming me home Grave Sweet Grave - I'll be yours till
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on us i put my hands on the fence said your name and i started to climb and it must have been sweat but i drank it like wine it was sweet and my mouth
Emily, sing something sweet for me I want to feel the warmth inside your heart Emily, sing something sweet for me I need to hear those words out of your
Every time I look into your eyes You make feel alright Every time you whisper sweet surprise You make feel alright Alright, Alright Love me light my fire
rest in peace Let me get some sleep Let me take my love and bury it In a hole 6-foot deep I can lay my body down But I can't find my, sweet release
where the money is, I still get biz! D's know about the beef! - You gon' still get did! It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig! Have that
going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'm enjoy the ride, yeah At least I'm enjoy the ride, yeah Miss sweet little
, yeah, yeah You know I'll always be your slave Until I'm dead, 'til I'm dead and buried in my grave Baby just bring your love, bring your sweet loving
good, you know up in the hood it's so We give 'em the dough, fired out, laughin' up When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk And to the grave
better be good, you know im from the hood and so, We give 'em the dough Fired out, laughin' up When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk And to the grave
It's hard to argue when You won't stop making sense But my tongue still misbehaves And it keeps digging my own grave With my hands open and my eyes open
