is reckoning time We are standing in the flames Reaching for the fight Until to the end Yesterday is dead and gone -Solos- Yesterday is dead and gone (gone
time We are standing in the flames Reaching for the fight Until to the end Yesterday is dead and gone -Solos- Yesterday is dead and gone (gone, gone
funerals in their Sunday clothes (Ya!) And spending money on spinners, but won't pay college funds (Ya!) And all you gangers and bangers, Rolling dice and
find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and I ain't neva been scared, I live through tragic Situations could been dead
go to foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and seen in our own Now a we a lock the city and that is well known Yesterday Mikey call me
foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan
It came up crawling from the ruins of the past And I just can?t believe my eyes It wears the same old face, we thought was dead and gone Forever buried
Ever and forever I don't think it can come back again What we had is dead and gone, it's too late Living in the past is just a mistake 'Cos I'm much
Lord, tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone Help me make it through the night And
a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone Help me make it through the night And it's sad to be
right or wrong, I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow, Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight And
Ooh, hoo, hoo Sometimes I want to walk away I felt like that just yesterday But then this song is in my head I tried my best 'till I'm dead and gone
Wake up and find it all gone Now you've got no reason to trust me And tonight my confidence is a little rusty It's getting late And if you don't feel
Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge Open and
Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1:] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge Open and