ONE MORE TRY
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What!
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
My niggas here we go (huh) from the streets
we clock that doe (what)
doo rags with a mouth full a golds (huh)
all my niggas ready ta roll (what!)
[Master P]
Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back
cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack
I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger
but ladies love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga
roll a V12, big body trucks
all chromed out, and all souped up
find me sit'in on the
The Last Song
Music & lyrics: Dan Swano
Dan Swano: Lead Vocals, All Guitars,
Upright Piano, Bass, E-Bow
Banny Larsson: Drums
Anders Mareby: Cello
An empty paper in front of me
and the pen that is supposed to be
The link between my thought and the written word
I always believed that I
coould write about anything
But I am always wrong somehow
Wrong somehow
And I can't find a way
To release the poetry I hide
In the closed deep inside
And why do you hear these words
When I have nothing to say
I am only trying to complete this song
So you can see
See that I don't know
That I don't know the way to find these words
I'm given time
Time to find a rhyme
But all I do is write these empty lines
Though I wish that I could