There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on
passing, From the Garden of Eden--into death everlasting, Such a high price to pay for what we took without asking. Stupidity's legacy is passed down
of a life, the start of what's beyond With time you'll forget this passing of a friend And when all is done, it's hard to just go on But wait fragile
it When they want change The preacher says, "Shout it" Does shout bring about change? I doubt it All shout does is make you lose your voice So on the
cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn kid
my auto I'll play it, I'll win it I've done it, I did it Some say I'm kiddin' But right at this minute I'll freak it, I'll funk it And like a country
cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter, you thought you was on it Out tryin' to flaunt it, but it's just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn
it is y'all That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is y'all That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is y'all That's what it
it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is y'all, that's what
crashed my auto I'll play it or win it I've done it or did it some say I'm kidding But wright at this minute I'll freak it or funk it like a country
, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't gon
I was 'bout it, slid in and we write it This shit deplace, y'all bitches wouldn't even thinking 'bout hit Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas With
you still remind me of a reason. And summertime you still smell like my favorite season. Chorus: And it feels like pain It's just like pain Love is
my time? Oh, me, oh, my Who's gonna count my time? Time will go, it never stays Memory locked in her passing Try, oh, try to cling to her 'Til she becomes everlasting
right through me for what is life if love only exists in thy thoughts? what is romance if it is all fiction? nothing but a portrait left empty, a passing
't notice when I die Yeah, don't you figure, he's got bigger fish to fry Yeah, there's gonna be bonfire burning An everlasting barbecue But with all the bad stuff going on
my fears My heart maybe wrong This love must carry on I have cried all my tears I have lost all my fears My vision's still strong This love must carry on
rain down on me and say it's beautiful the eyes, here and now and I die filled with tears born in your eyes, I don't cry delirium, on your side, pass