Tekster:
Left Of The Dial

there in a long, long while I'll try to find you Left of the dial Left of the dial Left of the dial Left of the dial ...

play it sweet in heaven 'cause that's right where you wanna be I'm not cryin' 'cause I feel so sorry for you, I'm cryin' for me I got up and dialed

Need a little bit of this, need a little bit of that Some chit chat and that?s why I?m the dude I got a feeling something's wrong I dial your number

niggas You learn niggas, F.O.S. don't pull triggers We pull out a stack and pay a nigga to make you die quicker Rolling in Sauk's Acura Dial the cellular

to the pile Mustard in your smile Lend a hand on the radio dial And the breezes of the seasons Have blown us back to hell It's a stolen telephone That I dialed

s in the sky I got a grenade launcher. Aint nuthin to do today, so what imma do? Imma bust on the cops, shoot the street light out on the block, dial

voice Or have your touch and kiss your lips ?Cause I don't have a choice Oh, what I wouldn't give To have you lying by my side Right here, ?cause baby When you left

there by your side Wouldnt it be lovely Wouldnt it be lovely I I Picked up the phone And dialed your house No one was home Thank you Jesus! I left a

to visit, no tombstone to look at You were in the new york times obituary There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie Some photographs and memories Sometimes I dial