Jelly Roll, Adam Calhoun and Struggle Jennings - Black Roses

Howdy
How’s your mammy and them
Told em
Waylon & Willie
And the boys

It’s _____ & _______
I’m back again
Back and forth
I’ve been battling

Middle finger’s high in the sky
Fuck the establishment
I pray every day that my vision is truly clear
I’ve been to hell and back I brought this demon as a souvenir

Cheers to everybody who has felt abandoned and tossed
I finally found myself when I was in the land of the lost
And I thought I told you one day that the losers will win
Nightmares ain’t nothing new to me
Freddy Kruger’s my friend

Yeah everybody loves it
My attitude is fuck it
Give me mine
I deserve my black roses by the dozen
Been a bad mother fucker since a youngster ask my brothers
I’m the guy you give the ball to win the game and beat the buzzer
Swish


The Streets spokesman
My people chose me
So Gimme what you owe me
A dozen black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
The Streets spokesman
My people chose me
So Gimme what you owe me
A dozen black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses

New rap this slappin that’s a fact I’m chosen
New casket white hearse a bunch of black roses
White walls on the asphalt as it rolls in
Everybody dressed in all black like a fro is (?)
Red roses die by the dozens they turn black
berry brothers they got whack couldn’t make it out the trap
Carry burdens of my past always took the wrong path who you looking at
In the mirror looking back

The Streets spokesman
My people chose me
So Gimme what you owe me
A dozen black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
The Streets spokesman
My people chose me
So Gimme what you owe me
A dozen black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses

Alarm clock is beepin but them killas ain’t sleepin
I heard my momma weepin said I fell off in the deep end
Swimming with the sharks knife in my back is bleeding
The score is never even til one of us ain’t breathin
Leave it on the beat the street will leave ya out here leaking
Constantly try to reach em hard to teach em when they tweekin
They letting money block their vision like a blindfold
Lead the lambs to be slaughtered enemies eatin gyro
Or a yeero looking round what happened to our hero’s
Giving OG status over zeros .. naw bro
So gimme my roses cuz I suppose that it’s over
You letting rats win the battles over soldiers
I’m sick of it

The Streets spokesman
My people chose me
So Gimme what you owe me
A dozen black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
The Streets spokesman
My people chose me
So Gimme what you owe me
A dozen black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses

Written by:
Adam Calhoun, Jason Deford, William Harness

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Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management

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