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(Hed)p.e.
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Oh yeah, well I could see it, feel it
The spirit as it was leaving my body
No, it would not stay for a while
I turned and watched it crawl away
So far away-I could not see that far
And all those things I held so sacred (For every goddamn thing)
It's failed me
They betray me
These pins these needles
They never leave me
This crooked cross is bleeding deeply
Let the wine fill my veins
Bring the time to change my mind
Wash away this dirty soul
This dirty soul of mine
The curtain it slowly closes
The players how they quickly change around you
Not a trace
No familiar face
Only the soundtrack and the bruises we keep to ourselves
I reach out and I wait forever
I speak out my thoughts die
My cross is crooked
My spirit is denied
Let the smoke close my eyes
Bring the time to change my mind
Wash away this dirty soul
This dirty soul of mine
See this man is waiting
In the park it's raining so hard
Wash away this soul
This dirty soul of mine
Why can't you feel me?
Some say
The world is dying
Nothing stays the same
Nothing good remains
No one ever stays
Feelings always fade away
People change and lives are destroyed
I will never walk with you again
Never again will we share the days my friend
Oh my friend
Oh my sweet friend
Let the smoke close my eyes
Bring the time to change my mind
Wash away this soul
Wash away this soul
Neva' fear
Sluts in the front
Ho's in the rear
Tits, clits, bong hits your fists in the air!
Aw, DJ, my fellow freakers, dancers, tweakers
Come on we blew up these speakers
Well I know I kinda fuck like a virgin in sundress and sneakers
God damn, your pussy like squeaking
Them lips they like speaking, listen I hear 'em laughing at you
I kinda like what that pussy put me through (say what?)
I kinda like what that dirty little ho put me through
Shit could be worse
Second verse, phase 2
Could be you
Let her cum and go get intra talkin' shit talkin' fag
We roll the weed with the Rolex tag, come at me
When he see me lock dressed and he said
I know it was on the way you from me, how we chomp a tit
My trick, the stripper sit down on this, uh-uh-uh
Aw baby told me the new years of the math
Yeah I'll write a check, biggest fine, make it fat
You financing my next hydro sack
Sixty laps later, 6 G's later
See me chillin' with the 8 track in the 48 tracks
The contracts, I sign the spark lines, sinners, backfights
Tits, clits, bong hits, so hot, super fly
Yo D why they tripin? Ha
It's cause we get into HB strippers that they playin' to play hands on
Yeah you fucking pussy
So don't say shit
Yeah you know who got my back
Got some more nigger come up in that white boy G strap
This is for the ho, my ho, bro's who know
And the nigger T-Love, where he's at nobody know
And the kids at the liquor store I'll be buying beer for
A mummy or myself, but I'll brak the tour
Yeah straight from the jungle
This is the (hed) NIGGA MCUD
Hah hah hah hah, Jahred in this motherfucker