Uh-huh
This that Dirty Money
Uh-huh
(Uh Uh) It's that Dirty Money
Uh, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin bastard
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin ain't the sh*t but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my ni**az bring the riot
Uh, uh, uh (It's that Dirty Money)
Came from heaven just to sing a song for you
To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it's beatin slow
And you know, this the ennnnd of the road
When I sing that slow song for you
And love was nothin but another gun for you ('nother gun for you)
And I would hide it in my helpless soul
I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go
I don't know, you can hear 'em callin, don't you
When the angels call like yoo hoo
If you don't wanna stay you can go oh
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so low, singin to you
(Don't you hear me callin you?)
He's the one you love ('cause I hear 'em callin me)
And he's the one you trust (like our time is almost through)
Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do)
When they're callin you
When the angels call like (I answer)
Falling for you
I will tell the angels, "No"
Let 'em turn back into stone
I do I do) love you(love you)
It's true (It's true )
Fire climbing
We ignore the angels' call
They were warnings after all
It's cool if I'm with you
When the angels call like yoo hoo
If you don't wanna stay you can go oh
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so low, singin to you
(Don't you hear me callin you?)
He's the one you love (cause I hear 'em callin me)
And he's the one you trust (like our time is almost through)
Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do)
When they're callin you
When the angels call like (I answer)
Uh uh Ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin bastard
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert, dyin ain't the sh*t but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my ni**az bring the riot
Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money)
When the angels call like
