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were sweet but they were so shallow And now she's dead Forever dead Forever dead and lovely now And now she's dead Forever dead And she's so dead and lovely
Oversættelse: Waits, Tom. Dead Og Dejlig.
real shady please stand up? And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud
person before, jaws on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door and started whoopin her ass worse than before they first got divorced and
that shit now" "Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house" "Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man" "Whassup?" "Wait a minute
'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon cake And my mothers little heart will break And she'll say "Wait there must be must some mistake. He can't be dead
This city's all clean and waiting I don't mean to wait too long But this joint can't get much higher New York's in love With her big green eyes And
tell me No last goodbye My heart left for dead Somebody tell When its closing time Pick up my broken mind And the only thing I know She's my moon and
the real Shady please stand up? And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta ya mind and outta control And one more time, loud
and waiting These niggas are mistakin You don't speak my language Dressed like Ma cambridge Bowtie make me muslim Switch for suspenders Two at least Clickin through our hyperbeast Tom
and then they will cry Then they'll have a little wake They'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon cake And my mothers little heart will break And she'll say "Wait
[Hook] [E.S.G.] Like Walter Payton we skating, on black spinners and daytons Escalade I'm navigating, and to hell with probation Motivation determination, dedication and paper chasing I avoid the frustration, and
hands on you. And I would tear him down, but I feel like a dead man and what can a dead man do? Emily: This is not your fault Tom: I'm leaving one
each other Not them other hoes, we shudder those hoes to back rows And crack those Faygo's and the place explodes [Monoxide, Jamie, Blaze] And the cush And the green And the sass And