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January 2nd, 2002, 08:45 PM
#1
HB Forum Owner
Since you've got no tomorrow
Do you look back?
You claim that you live in sorrow
(just like your friends) on crack.
Times you were high and wasted
are all in your past.
Then, you cleaned up and found your trauma,
But what of your fans.
+that's the reason you live and the answer you give
But ya never said a word about giving up
Still you cashed in comitting your sins
Yet somehow we're the ones you really fucked
You try to end your life and you beat your wife
And you show your guns in the video
Your phone crashed down from your floor and they're bitchin' next door
Ya got yourself evicted but where did you go?
Now you speak your lies softly
With nothing on your mind
And when was the album promised?
Isn't it about time?
Now noone knows what you're up to
This has happened before
Remember the shows you ruined
And the attention you live for?
They had the riot down South cuz a yo mouth
And ya think it's fun to spend the night in jail
Lie about a world tour to give us all more
We could see early on that was gonna fail
And like a good sport you showed up at court
And ya heard it from the drummer who you still owe
But ya says you's the prez, wearin nice threads
And you're on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I thought that I wanted your world
'til you kissed it goodbye
So the criticism's all words
Don't keep it inside
Then you're deep in a mid-life crisis
The kids will all deny you
'cause you waited too damn long
There's noone left who likes you (FUCK YOU)
I WANNA BE GUNS N ROSES
I WANNA BE GUNS N ROSES
I WANNA BE GUNS N ROSES
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Is it just me....?
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January 20th, 2002, 10:41 AM
#2
Inactive Member
Nice rime yo
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Can you apply the penal-code to demons?
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May 28th, 2002, 05:15 PM
#3
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