Brooks Buford B.d.d. (brookie Don't Die)
I lost it all
my brain, my life, my balls for y`all
No more phone calls
I walk along the long halls
the long hauls
the alcohol stalls
The shows the strip malls
The hoes the strippers and spitballs
And pitfalls I done fell though
I went to hell for you
Probably end up in Bellevue or jail for you
That'll be 2 for 2
Headed for I.C.U. but
Chorus:
I laugh when I cry knowin' love is a lie
I pray to the sky hopin' Brookie don't die
From the drugs and hoes and the crack on the floors
the tears and the flows and the blood in the nose
In the land of the body blows anythin' goes
If Brookie don't cry then Brookie don't grow
Am I high am I low guess I really don't know
so save me..
I bang my head again
woke up dead again
off my medicine
Ripped my cardigan
Made my bed of sin
Played my card again
Took my slaughterin'
Wrote it off and took one more daughter in
God don't like me but he loves me
And strikes and kills anyone that shoves me
You're best to backtrack
Feel the backdraft when I write rough drafts
Got a chip on my shoulder the size of Boulder, Colorado
Colder, look in the mirror I'm getting older
Eldorado soldier
off the ramp off the wagon and on the braggin'
You got a monkey on your back I got a dragon
I'm in mourning every morning
Hangin out with my dumb ass, should have a surgeon
general warning
ashes to ashes dust to dust
Born to be wild and born to rust
Screamed at Yoko
geeked on Cocoa
I duck and truck cuz dat dere bitch loco
Implode weekly
geeky freaky
yes block me mock me
but cannot beat me
sing the chorus against or for us
Love adore us
or watch the tour bus
Over ya head
If ya missed the boat then it's over ya head
