Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world. Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl. And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks. Coffee kick, bu
since i lost her love. seems i've lost my balance. i have no soft place to fall. one could say i'm having a hard time well the morning's rough. and the night's a challenge. as life grinds to a ha
above the noise i hear the bells. they ring of poison in the well. and death to all things real. best walk away before they make us kneel like the morning sun rising o'er the hill. i know it could