Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid Pranced proudly In the garden villas With the Sun Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle Shining in the black aped
Tell us all a story about how it used to be Make it up and then write it down, just like history About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross
There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish
Brand New!) I'm Old Bill I just rode into town On my horse? You betcha on my horse! That the thing in the Old West Times Everybody enjoys a good horse
wasn't expecting this, that's why ya (Hahaha) Gotta hope for the best and play 'em for the worst, c'mon (Muhfuckers is history) C'mon This the story
' (nothin') Watch me make this look like nothin' (it's nothin') I'm gonna make this look like nothin' I am Solo, Dolo When they see me on my high horse
music [Common] Yo check it yo In this never-ending battle to please Niggas, magazine writers, MC's Who request hot shit, I freeze And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold Hold your Horses
what they're told more or less So pull up an armchair, let's drink to success Everyone laughed at the things that you said At all the kings horses and
eleven Reebox bitch which you need not To do is get fly, cause where I'm from, bitches get speed knots Slow your monkey ass down and hold your horses
A grizzly scene on my electron beam Told a story about human rights So all of king's horses and all of king's men Had a riot for two days and nights Well
Yogi man, I'm sicka this shit bruv, swear down, just as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again, story of my fucking life! I don't wanna
I never knew I) (I never knew I) Mic check, one two (I never knew I) Who woulda knew? (I never knew I) Who'da known? (I never knew I) Fuck, what a story
(Eminem) Ay, yo This next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense But somehow always seem to fuckin
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town
so You can talk to your girl I won't lie to you baby You know you shouldn't fall for everything that they tell you Unless you get it straight from the horse
heroin You, you are my heroin Welcome into the garden, Sarah Come see how my roses die We were looking for Heaven Couldn't bear to pass you by There are stories
There's a pale horse coming And I'm going to ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In st james
the scene, pappas Slaughterhouse, still standin There was a murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh
