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ll keep you safe and sound Your ankles and wrists bound Buried deep six feet underground A rigid dagger ripping through your flesh I'll burn the blackness pumping in your chest A

girl) I try to take care but baby You're as brittle as a wishbone of a bird (Lie down here and be my girl) We've been scribbled in the margins Of a

Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his

Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his

town Cause I got heart of a hustler Cause I got heart of a hustler Verse 3: Creeping in my cutless supreme Got me a fifty pack equals a lot f green

up from a dream a gun like a jawbone down the waistb& of her jeans mr Sandman can recite today's lesson in his sleep he says (there oughta be a law against

on which sailors come home I say -hey baby- I say -hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat) -this light you are carrying is like a lamp hanging from a

sea on which sailors come home I say -hey baby- I say -hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat) -this light you are carrying is like a lamp hanging from a

your town Cause I got heart of a hustler Cause I got heart of a hustler Verse 3: Creeping in my cutless supreme Got me a fifty pack equals a lot