Well, there's a cruel sun beating where there once was a river Crops are bending in the heat but still her dark skin shivers When you move to the beat
The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day in Beverly Hills, LA But it's December the 24th And
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree-tops glisten, And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow
Hey little sister, what have you done? Hey little sister, who's the only one? Hey little sister, who's your superman? Hey little sister, who's the one
I'm not the king of anything Nor am I a god I ride like rolling thunder On a steed that's poorly shod I steal from necessity I kill with no remorse Brave
Take the wheel, I hear the timbers creakin' Take the wheel, I think this ship is sinkin' Jamaica seems so far and I've been thinkin' Old Billy Bones has
y'all tryna hold me back? Like y'all ain't ask for the old me back, I'm here My peoples play and slang cocaine More than Billy Blanco from Carlito's
and euphorias Glorious as I get great, still kinda smooth Like way back in my old school tapes I bring it pronto, rep the BX like Billy Blanco Treat
sang, ma vie Je suis seul au monde depuis qu'il est parti La vie etait douce a l'auberge du bouleau blanc La vie etait douce a l'auberge du bouleau blanc
kill me feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me, I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy
me feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me, I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace More Colt 45's than Billy
Oh my god I could barley sit down to write this line, And I'd give anything to hear your fucking voice again, So apathetic and I know you must be dead
Oh my god I could barely sit down to write this line, and I'd give anything to hear your fucking voice gain. So apathetic and I know you must be dead
jack tars have sown `Cause Billy Bones just wants to know who'll fly the White Bird home Oh your majesty, your majesty I heard the bosun cry Old Billy
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, LA But it's December the 24th
Hey..Hey...Hey...Uh...Hey...Hey...Hey [Billy Bats] Laissez tomber les mecs le sud reste reste le best, Les putes testent mais restent a terre,je rap
[Verse One] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these
