Lyrics Tales from the Crypt - St. Leroy II

Tales from the Crypt

St. Leroy II — Tales From The Crypt
This is tales from the crypt
5 nights of horror but mine was 6
I must stash like a lip
Face to face to face to face to face dead presidents
This is tales from the crypt
5 nights of horror but mine was 6
I must stash like a lip
Face to face to face to face to face dead presidents
Sail the sevens seas
Wondered the land just like Alice
They deserted me
The rose done turned into a cactus
1983 Vintage merlot is a habit
Sold a lil trees still got stash under the mattress
Robin Hood got my middle fingers up to Uncle Sam
So far gone I got aunties that won’t see they son again
Only god can judge me oh I know i know that’s a lie
Cause the way I look make them wanna give me 25
It’s a cold world bundle up go get a blanket
No matter how you dress it up a fly was still maggot
From the sunshine state but the sun don’t ever shine
It’s like we livin' been to die
This is tales from the crypt
5 nights of horror but mine was 6
I must stash like a lip
Face to face to face to face to face dead presidents
This is tales from the crypt
5 nights of horror but mine was 6
I must stash like a lip
Face to face to face to face to face dead presidents