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The Living End Black Cat

s a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike And there's a black

s a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike And there's a black

black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end Of the road because the end

So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my

you dare laugh 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live, live Good night, good night Knock 'em out the box Black Thats right Black

I wanna live right and exact, I don't wanna be a fat cat Off the crack and have the Feds down my back If the money's stacked, take a step back, black

all around all that stuff The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough They said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign with Puff?" I said I'll live too

governments children And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end

that Man I ain't even thinkin' uh y'all, pass that So pass the cat to the back where im sittin' at Put your kitty cat on I laugh and I get it now Roll