your ring Our feet won't hardly touch the ground We'll float away without a sound You want to reach out and touch my hands Promise you'll do everything, everything, everything
just because you're gone. The trees creak with arthritic arms. Brittle in their powdered bark. Blue moon light, I can't cry right, but I miss you tonight. Everything
Now whether you're a senior citizen or just a tyke Just grab a seat and pay attention as I rock the mic I wrote a couple of rhymes, I call 'em 'Just
Drugs rule everything around me, fiend get the powder, drink another beer ya'll [x4] I keep it underground, like showbiz and a.g like Necro, cut you
me kid Firewater call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Firewater the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Firewater call
find some sympathy. Never ask us to play this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie. Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song
Morton] Why don't you call me Mama? We can take care of you. You'd be happy taken down in these block. Murderers' Row, we called it. [Roxie Hart] Oh
hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song I was been known
My life is droppin' heron, at the Sharon lookin', death dead on Knowin' I was dead wrong From the sad songs, have you been to my city? If you ain't got shitty, everything
hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't takin' a loss Plus if I get snatched, it's less time for the song I always been
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your ring Our feet won't hardly touch the ground We'll float away without a sound You want to reach out and touch my hands You promise you'll do everything, everything, everything
since you been gone I did a whole lotta good, I did a lotta wrong I made a whole lotta change, I wrote a lotta songs Sometimes I felt weak, most times
weither you're a senior citizen or just a tyke, just grab a seat and pay attention while I rock the mic, I wrote a couple of rhymes, I call 'em 'just
from a distance, close up is never that big Never could learn to drink that blood and call it wine Never could learn to look at your face and call it
like has-beens, and I ain't impressed I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc I'll
kid Firewater, call it liquid rapture into the flash and flames of my crazy nature firewater, the world's a mixture of broken liquored people get the picture firewater, call