to do, Is to find somebody believes in you. Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad sad song Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad song... And so i
world to do, Is to find somebody believes in you. Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad sad song Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad song... And
fate, no safety on the triggers Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger Puttin mo' dick to ya than dirk diggler Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring Funeral day, the sad songs
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward 9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward All my homies be dyin
your favourite songs And me I still listen to Jimmy Webb And Linda Ronstatd, and I'm sorry it's gone wrong And if you're soundin' worn and sad and lonely Then I'm
m from the X and I seen it all Shorties wit dreams of playin ball for Seaton Hall turnin fiends a full From Meda ward to Sacuon the same sad song is bein
(feat. Run-D.M.C.) [intro] There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories [x4] [verse one: Kurtis blow] There are 8 million stories
mayn I'm still heavy in the game, I'm the king of the Oak It's still the same cause the rap game is like the dope game I'm smokin a taylor, strapped down
in the St. Bernard projects, downed a hoe And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd Ward 9th Ward and niggaz claimin 10th Ward All my homies be dyin Down
