Gourds Boil my Strings Letras:Living down here they throw me down and count me
I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean and
the black boys they kick my ass and tell me that
the women their ruby lips are dry. I get angry and
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/ZfQ]I get sad and I lose this sweetness that I used to
have and I boil my strings to get them back to
gold sleeping in here they give me plenty to eat
don't make trouble, make something with the
concrete so I fill my pipes with it to break them
black boys heads Lord, but I wish I had a gun.
Letras: Boil my Strings Gourds [final]