The orchestra drowns, funeral slow And autumn has gone and with it the bloom The harvest of stars, like moths to the moon Help me warm this frozen heart
snow The orchestra drowns, funeral slow And autumn has gone and with it the bloom The harvest of stars, like moths to the moon Help me warm this frozen
conversation tonight Thinking aloud how we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never really get the chance Nearly froze
prize, with that frozen ass fire cracker (everybody rize!) Get your panties off holy ships ready to attack, somebody get on the piano im getting john
be grindin' more And it feels better than a tongue-kiss Carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist We musically grow unto the world like a fungus Amongst this, playin' the piano
to get off work, and The short stop and the victim are already gone berserk And the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday, The stiff is froze
of Harold Montgomery Gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross" Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave
it unfold in ya face nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste off wit cha fukin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party
Taking on frozen leaves colored brown Laid to rest by winter winds on the ground Ain't it sad to see that tree naked shivering like me But I know soon
46 Arranged: Brian; Lead Vocal: Mike, Al; Backgrounds: Brian, Carl, Mike, Al; Percussion/Drums: Dennis; Guitar: Ed Carter, Billy Hinsche; Bass: Carl; Piano
see us TS, Beatnuts, knuckle up but grab your mothafuckin heaters, word up [Nas] "Slammin MC's on cement" "The Beats and Nuts" [Psycho Les] "Got you froze
decorated from the foamed sea Can you hear notes of piano And moan of those who shall dance With song wolves on our frozen shore Statues shaping like
more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
to L.A. for this one Eastern Conference All-Stars boy Yeah, ha-ha, so check it out... [Verse 1] I cherish good word in the scripture Just like the frozen
fu prize, with that frozen ass fire cracker (everybody rize!) Get your panties off holy ships ready to attack, somebody get on the piano im getting john
