while Seems like a thousand years since I last saw your green eyes smile Close the door, it's cold This frozen summer's getting old Just come in and let me
Seems like a thousand years since I last saw your green eyes smile Close the door, it's cold This frozen summer's getting old Just come in and let me
in escorts and jettas I rather have a pilot, escort the jet uh While you was in ya pj's waiting on shit to take off I was in the pj, waiting on take
get hot, from the take-off The blast turns glass into rocks At last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass Till I become a beam of gas And
to laugh again, or at them. put the coals back in my eyes again, and away from the fire that burns out our loved ones and takes its toll out on me. '
I cap off with the .45 Look into these smoke red eyes, feel me starvin' Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartment And picture me on top of the world
Singing over chorus] My momma don't cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets don't cry for me, don't cry for me
get hot, from the take-off the blast turns glass into rocks at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass till I become a beam of gas and
hot, from the take-off the blast turns glass into rocks at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass till I become a beam of gas and