I wanna dedicate this song, Gone Til November...
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I cant work a nine to five
so Ill be Gone...Til November
Said Ill be Gone Til November
Ill be Gone Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo Ill be Gone Til November
Ill be Gone Til November
Ill be Gone Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo Ill be Gone Til November
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I cant stay
Ill be Gone Til November
Ill be Gone Til November...
And give a kiss to my mother...
Girl I gotta leave, please dont cry
When I come back, you know the limits the sky
Ill take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless
We had nothin
I had to do something
So Im Knocking On Heavens Door, like Im Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges Im facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
Some die with a name, some die nameless!
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