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