All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time turns to dust Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Hell and back, the beginning in between till' the end of time Living, fighting, obsessing Just as long as I can share it all with you As

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

Babylon dem thief my herb dem thief my herb herbalist high grade specialist export green stash import green cash yo ? exit no more call us no rush Twenty pound of weed inna three black ? bag you sit inna van back crowning head a black rag who a di thug

Diggin' my grave Diggin' my, diggin' my, diggin' my You've been up all night You've been out all night So keep on runnin' 'round Ain't no need to hurry back 'Cause I'll be gone from here You'll be all dressed up in black Six feet under, baby, that's

Boot scootin' boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Yeah heel toe do si do Come on baby let's go boot scootin' Oh cadillac blackjack baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky tonk

So kill me like you used to, love me like you never did Fuck me like I'm never coming back home On the way down to your house And maybe I could die treading water Drowning under moonlight sonata Fuck me like we never gon' see each other again Fuck me

Bang bang bang boom boom boom boom Bang bang, in ring of fire Bang bang, my sweet desire Bang bang, my love is true Bang bang, I'd die for you Road is white, ski is black Ride horse neck, run down your back There's a house, like a small I want your love,

Nightcrawler Straight out of hell One of a kind Stalking his victim Don't look behind you Beware the beast in black You know he's coming back Night Crawler Howling winds keep screaming round

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,