Klashnekoff
Klashnekoff - Black Rose songtekst
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She was my black rose I bucked her up and rode Skin made of gold And a cocoa butter glow Got a combo on the go Gave the combos to the codes Oh-7946 Double Oh She said give me your corner Or smoke weed by the river Watching daffodils blow You dun know As time grows We expands and grow close My black rose I propose we get married But you're still in college And I'm shorting green on the corner to make a profit Staring at the cosmics Trying to find the logic Spitting my life over melancholic beats But now I'm beat You and I in deep dialogue My black rose I want to cultivate you neatly Visualize you and me through my third eye DVD Babes is deep and can't be described by speech So I speak through my actions And treat you like diamonds on consignment Protect you from the parasites and parrots And prepare to get violent for a love tight like Strings on a violin Momentary silence as she told me she was pregnant Pregnant? Babes I wasn't expecting this Embraced her with a kiss Overwhelmed with happiness I know it wasn't planned and your family's probably pissed But it's too late, the baby's due June 28th Your brothers begs your dad Dash you at your mother�s gates Said when you die Don't want to see your face at his grave But fuck him anyway Just pack your suitcase (chorus) This is dedicated to my black rose Bucked her up and rolled Skin made of gold And a cocoa butter glow And if you want to keep her You best know the codes The black rose Bucked her up and rolled Surrounded by the weeds and the bloody jankrows (LISTEN) My dear father When you died I cried blood So much on my mind That I needed to discuss But words won�t describe And time is not enough But trust you my sons I'll manifest your love And though the road is rough I spit my life over dubs Till my life turn to dust And as I write these words I'm reminded of the love And the lessons you taught Still I have to learn the hard way Through the hard times You find out who's your compadres I stargaze as I blaze high grade Thinking bout better days Before your life got take-away Wouldn't leave you dead in vain So I took your name Son of Niah forever carry your legacy Until they bury me, yeah My dear father I love you like cooked food And I wish you wasn't gone but I'm dealing with the truth And every time my hair sizzle I'm reminded of you And how we cope only God knows Walking a thin line between love and hate Like a tightrope And at times when it seems there's no hope I still soldier forth holding your picture close (close to my heart)