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Frost

Jet Life thats all playa, Fresh weed in a glass jar playa, Not the body Vampire Slayer, Pull up strings like a Guitar player, Dying Man, Body shaking,

with him Hey buddy, hey Alright, you fuckin' Get your fuckin' fat ass out the car It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up

man. I'm gonna kick the first verse, but for the Rest Of this shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Vida Loca! Frost Listen, Listen

Once again a glimmer of hope burns away Another part of me rots again, dies again Back into the darkness so lonely, I survive Cursed again to wander,

Here - there is no light Here - there is no hope Here - no birds sing To be cursed a thousand times Down here... Here - the flowers rot Here - the shadows

Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time When standing in a dead land. Many memories of lost souls Have come to haunt me. A mirror image flicker

Frost ...And then a storm arose in fury The sky was shattered by lightning... Awaiting the Winter Frost As the sky blackened and the stars turned red The frost

the rails Didn't hear the train coming Before it was one yard away I can not walk alone Guide me, hold my hand Protect me from the frost Different rivers

( Love is real EP ) He's a gentle killer Who dreams of fame Sings like sorrow And guides me away He tempts me with whiskey And draws himself near