Graves to Dig Lyrics
| Song | Graves to Dig |
| Artist | Everlast |
| Album | Eat at Whitey's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Schrody | |
| it goes one for the prophet | |
| Two for islam, three for the khutbah from the imam | |
| Four for the mother that birthed my frame | |
| Five for the father 'cause it's heart began | |
| Been 'round the world suns all the same | |
| Sometime's when i'm asleep i still call your name | |
| Back when i was young i used to dream of fame | |
| Now they all point their fingers sayin' "who's to blame" | |
| Mother's put their girls in some pig tail curls | |
| Father's teach their sons how to shoot their guns | |
| They say, boy, don't ever ???, control your emotions | |
| Take it like a man and make your stand | |
| They say sex and violence go hand in hand | |
| Every man blessed they gotta be tempted | |
| Span through the depths of space and time | |
| Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line | |
| Word to my man divine, come too far | |
| Singin' la illaha illilah (there is no god but god) | |
| (???) | |
| I was hopin' that the lord got some mercy to spare | |
| It goes one for the ummah, two for the dean | |
| Three for the angels, four for the allahmin | |
| Somewhere in between, totally obscene | |
| Perfectly clean, i've got a babylon feeling | |
| Wombs need healin', truth need revealin' | |
| Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin' | |
| Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door | |
| Kings and the queens and the slaves and their whores | |
| For every lost cause where the martyr's are found | |
| That funky little sound that make you wanna get down | |
| Somebody told me once that love makes the world go 'round | |
| And kids they carry pistols out on the playground | |
| That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star | |
| Put your lights on, put down your crosses | |
| It's time to tally up your wins and your losses | |
| It goes one for scott larock and two for pac and b.i.g | |
| Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig x3 |
| zuo ci : Schrody | |
| it goes one for the prophet | |
| Two for islam, three for the khutbah from the imam | |
| Four for the mother that birthed my frame | |
| Five for the father ' cause it' s heart began | |
| Been ' round the world suns all the same | |
| Sometime' s when i' m asleep i still call your name | |
| Back when i was young i used to dream of fame | |
| Now they all point their fingers sayin' " who' s to blame" | |
| Mother' s put their girls in some pig tail curls | |
| Father' s teach their sons how to shoot their guns | |
| They say, boy, don' t ever ???, control your emotions | |
| Take it like a man and make your stand | |
| They say sex and violence go hand in hand | |
| Every man blessed they gotta be tempted | |
| Span through the depths of space and time | |
| Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line | |
| Word to my man divine, come too far | |
| Singin' la illaha illilah there is no god but god | |
| ??? | |
| I was hopin' that the lord got some mercy to spare | |
| It goes one for the ummah, two for the dean | |
| Three for the angels, four for the allahmin | |
| Somewhere in between, totally obscene | |
| Perfectly clean, i' ve got a babylon feeling | |
| Wombs need healin', truth need revealin' | |
| Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin' | |
| Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door | |
| Kings and the queens and the slaves and their whores | |
| For every lost cause where the martyr' s are found | |
| That funky little sound that make you wanna get down | |
| Somebody told me once that love makes the world go ' round | |
| And kids they carry pistols out on the playground | |
| That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star | |
| Put your lights on, put down your crosses | |
| It' s time to tally up your wins and your losses | |
| It goes one for scott larock and two for pac and b. i. g | |
| Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig x3 |
| zuò cí : Schrody | |
| it goes one for the prophet | |
| Two for islam, three for the khutbah from the imam | |
| Four for the mother that birthed my frame | |
| Five for the father ' cause it' s heart began | |
| Been ' round the world suns all the same | |
| Sometime' s when i' m asleep i still call your name | |
| Back when i was young i used to dream of fame | |
| Now they all point their fingers sayin' " who' s to blame" | |
| Mother' s put their girls in some pig tail curls | |
| Father' s teach their sons how to shoot their guns | |
| They say, boy, don' t ever ???, control your emotions | |
| Take it like a man and make your stand | |
| They say sex and violence go hand in hand | |
| Every man blessed they gotta be tempted | |
| Span through the depths of space and time | |
| Stand, three eyes blind on the firin' line | |
| Word to my man divine, come too far | |
| Singin' la illaha illilah there is no god but god | |
| ??? | |
| I was hopin' that the lord got some mercy to spare | |
| It goes one for the ummah, two for the dean | |
| Three for the angels, four for the allahmin | |
| Somewhere in between, totally obscene | |
| Perfectly clean, i' ve got a babylon feeling | |
| Wombs need healin', truth need revealin' | |
| Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin' | |
| Floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door | |
| Kings and the queens and the slaves and their whores | |
| For every lost cause where the martyr' s are found | |
| That funky little sound that make you wanna get down | |
| Somebody told me once that love makes the world go ' round | |
| And kids they carry pistols out on the playground | |
| That profound, gone too far, prayin' on my life to the burnt out star | |
| Put your lights on, put down your crosses | |
| It' s time to tally up your wins and your losses | |
| It goes one for scott larock and two for pac and b. i. g | |
| Three for all the mothers who got graves to dig x3 |
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