Vārdi:
The Tree Notes On My Door

notes on my door Stranded on the shore You're leaving me notes on my door I was drowning in a holy war Now you're leaving me notes on my door On my door, on

the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal

the station In the middle of the night Me and my suitcase waiting But you're nowhere near in sight Heartache's such a bummer Knock-knockin' on my door

my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my

Italy in search of the real shit Was lookin' for niggas who could reck laws and Rhyme for they personal pleasure till four in the mornin' With my back and my

[On the CB.] Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept for

Lookin' for my, my... My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x) Say... my right hand, my right hand man My right hand, my right hand man My right

started snortin lines, stealin my flows so i moved on started doin my own shows i fucked wit Screw and he put me in da click i started free stylin every body on my

said you can't buy love Now I know you can rent it A new lease you are, my love, On life All my life I've longed to discover Something as true as this