I kinda dig it But what good is a ear if a Q-Tip, isn't in it? So to stick it in to inform your friend Your boy from the hood, is on that shit again
to do Say that you loved her so You never let her go and do the things she wants to do Now I believe I know Now that I let her go where ever she is headed
still There is a boy Them people get annoyed Who's focus is on the feel Before we get a deal Cum on! Think it if life can be a thing That wilderness is
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There is a boy Them people get annoyed Who's focus is on the feel Before we get a deal Cum on! Think it if life can be a thing That wilderness is wild
you understand, you dead Buried six feet under the concrete Ooh-aww-oh That's the noise he made when he got shot But Johnny's still dead Still dead Thought
And this is what he said He said "I hate to break it to his fans" But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I really wasn't, such a Johnny Ace fan
I realize we in revalations And on that note I make this statement For all the young guns to become one to die young Because the world is filled with
in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose worrey eyes, you either do it or you die crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life... [Chorus: Johnny
feel your own You would feel your own, but you're remembered You're remembered, you're remembered dead You're remembered dead, you're remembered dead
desterted, the box is all alone No voice is perverted by tuxedo or 'phone Untied, unravelled, unthought, unsaid The man with the laughing hand is dead
? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead
here is finished I came for that big spinach and I can't get it with image All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again I'm special, especially when these lames is
all the other ones who lost When the promise is broken you go on living But man it takes something from down in your soul Like when the truth is spoken
(southside johnny and the asbury jukes (better days) Written by bruce I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know
everybody knows We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome* Our gypsy biker coming home Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny
