, that's what you had There's nothing good in early dying Another profits from your money People praying to your ghost There's nothing good in dying
Is cast upon only me Goodnight my love, goodnight. I fall upon your body Fall with me into my frozen flesh My hungry death You tremble before me and swallow my dying
Doom at which I curse you Please save me from myself Life holds no joy but you In a doomed and adoring way We are dying together as one
译文: 葬礼. 垂死.
译文: 葬礼. 死亡是一个商业.
译文: 葬礼. 而值得一垂死.
adventes Doom at which I curse you Please save me from myself Life holds no joy but you In a doomed and adoring way We are dying together as one
days, that's what you had There's nothing good in early dying Another profits from your money People praying to your ghost There's nothing good in dying
heat off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah yeah, my nick name change, call me tre when I'm snubbin' them billy when I clubbin' them Bop when I'm cuttin them n-ggas dying
My auntie got AIDS and I'm watching her suffer Why she gotta die 'cause she was in love with a hustla Even though she's dying, she says she still loves
t worry none if I don't go 1st class Send my body home of a fright train So everyone can see me when I pass Don't worry none about no fancy funeral Cause
't worry none that I don't go first class Send my body home on a freight train So everyone can see me when I pass and don't worry none about no fancy funeral
warm I'm alone to watch it burn Kerosene Exposure is a pitiful And pointless way of dying Before it gets me I'll fill the funeral pyre Kerosene keeps
That slays your kith and kin I ride your bed at night An incubus so vile My work is seen throughout The smoke of funeral pyres Black rats do my work
slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga was dying I'm finally
hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies than tears Brought to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones flying Baby mama's crying at the funeral
I was at a funeral the day I realized I wanted to spend my life with you Sitting down on the steps At the old post office The flag was flying at half-
I know my life has been spared on several occasions Suckas hating, I'm still here I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other Why does it take a funeral
