الأغاني:
Horn Pa Pa

corn stalks aren't like skyscrapers but behind you're invisible and all you ever want to fear don't worry about it - it's right here i wonder if i ate

corn stalks aren't like skyscrapers but behind you're invisible and all you ever want to fear don't worry about it - it's right here i wonder if i ate

Gray chairs cold but here for me thankfully I don't miss your skin or the way that you always have something to say lose myself in you cut it into you

My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a

bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied behind And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd slung Said he had to leave his home because his pa had married

little negro Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects? First of the month waitin for that PA

guA?ar min skugge svA¦var sin eghin vA¦gher mina horn liggia ir hvila ir A?A¦s graf ir min diupe skogher af thysterhet pa bA¦rghet iagh nu star mA

know what fuckin with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muthafucker! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa

In the hardstone city where the dust gets in your eyes Pa he's out drinking and there's children crying Ma sits by the washing, she don't know what to