Oh, oh, my love Don?t you leave me 'Cause I don?t wanna learn how to die Oh, oh, my love And oh, my my You know I can't get over 'Cause I can't even
end holds nothing more He don't hide his shame says its all the same Like a man without a name Old days asleep in the shade by the Brandywine See a dog
When I look back on what I'd done About 100 years from now Gonna cry myself to sleep at night Somebody shows me how When the sun shines down, what's
God, He called for rain So I built an ark but no rain came I was ashamed Man, he called for war So I built a gun and I joined the corps But I wasn't
Are you moving much too fast? And the good times that just don't last If you're always on the go Make an angel in the snow and freeze Do you feel like
Hang on, hang on 'Cause it's the little things Yes, it's the little things that do us harm I'm not a stranger, ain't a mystery When we both get it wrong
Well, I don't want a thing to do with you kind And I ain't got no time to kill on your dime Strung up, hanging 'round Looking like you're upside down
in the roof and the rain's coming down The roads are flooded, there's no way back to town And the ship we came in on has just run aground You know fate
, thump, thump House gonna fall down Chop, chop, chop Tree gonna fall down Back, back, back Back to the old days The old days So full in the morning Put on your dog
Turn it down, start it over Alone is such an ugly game Pay it back, pay it forward Nothing means nothing to me So they went down to the station They
when will it stop Oh, how did the fox get the raven, the crow? Oh, I got it, oh, yeah, oh yeah Why at the creek did the dog lose the bone? Oh, I got
sit Between two large Albanian women With excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me Kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr
With Yuckmouth and everybody, Dub C, everybody We had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin' But that shit's about to come to an end, dog
t fuck with me with me Got a problem shorty come get me, get me Nah I ain't Dr. Dre nah I ain't Eminem or 50 Dog I'm Stat Verse 1 Stat Quo: As I think
Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah) [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie We had no intentions of becoming homies But at no time at all, you became my dog
sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr
one Motherfuckers can't fuck with me with me Got a problem shorty come get me, get me Nah I ain't Dr. Dre nah I ain't Eminem or 50 Dog I'm Stat [Stat
