had a name The blood stains your hands Wrapped in guilt sealed with shame I grieve for what turns to ashes And bones and buried beneath the Garden of stones
[CD bonus] [Roope Latvala] Life should be played safe, secure the happy future No extra choices to be made, center all on one goal Leave school with
wanna smoke? I, I, I be on it all day love it like my nigga Big Boi said That's the only thing that keeps me level up in my crazy head Stoned on the
' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones
a friend name miller man [Incomprehensible] So strong for so long All I wanna do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor At the end of
daddy, hello mom I'm your ch-ch-cherry bomb Hello world, I'm your wild girl I'm your ch-ch-cherry bomb Hey, street boy, yo, what's your style? Your dead end
or be dead We are all singing this song but Nobody knows how it's going to end Kiss me In the coolness of the
bell tolls on inside the castle wall (bring out your dead) the dead are now buried and the plague is at its end life for the people flowers again they
is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's
if I never make it Take me home I might never get my story Carved in stone But I will rise again The fight is to the end The pounding of the drums of
End town, a dead end world The East End boys and West End girls West End town, a dead end world East End boys, West End girls, the West End girls You
ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb. Hello world, I'm your wild girl. I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb. Hey street boy whats your style? Your dead end dreams
to hold onto Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone Instrumental to end
niggaz hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak We can end
I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone Now one of the most
causin' too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone
done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four, fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin', nigga don't trip Stoned is
