Dalszövegek
Cheese Head

of your heart Goes on and on The silence in your head Is louder than a hurricane The silence in your head Will never let you go With the rising of her chest

heart Goes on and on Chorus: The silence in your head Is louder than a hurricane The silence in your head Will never let you go V2 (with?) the rising of her chest

your rules (That's right) Good fellas, you know you can't touch us dudes Don't push us 'cause we're close to the edge We're tryin' not to lose our heads

unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold Or better yet have many shots come close to the head

fluent and I keep them tools so don?t be screwin? around uptown in this bitch like all week Young Money on the grind no off days Young Money got cheese like hog head

life round It?s like a crap game, couldn?t put the dice down I was hopeless, heart broke, and guilty I was raised off of oatmeal and grilled cheese If

blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, What we use her for a food stamp, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese

money my pockets long New Orleans I got my home, And they got my back pause, No homo, no maricon, Smoking on that private grown, He put me where I belong, All about my cheese

I like the sound of St Petersburg bells banging in my head The night train rattle and shake and rumble through that cabin bunk bed Now Sigmund said something