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Hurt Flowers

The children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place

The children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place

: The children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place

miss my face I remember when you would say you hate my ways I said I`m not coming back It seems you only want what you can`t have That ego's hurting

I cannot set free See me lettin' go No this ain't the time I got too much livin' to do And I can't lose it over you So give me the flow I'll get

about the consequences For a minute there I lose my senses And in the heat of the moment my mouth starts going The words start flowing, oh But I never meant to hurt

there and then you're gone La da die da die da die da die Suffering in sinking sand All the hurt See I'm really lost baby We suffered a rare, rare blue So much hurt

It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot Niggas

town Get to the arena, meet up with the crew They tell me all the speakers blew The cordless don't work, sound man's a jerk Somebody's gonna get hurt