Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who
I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire
Old flames can't hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
I've known one or two
But old flames can't hold a candle to you
Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn
Old flames can't hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
I've known one or two
But old flames can't hold a candle to you
Old flames can't hold a candle to you
Mmmm...(C-Murder talking)
Check this out my nigga.
I've been a hot boy for a long motherfuckin' time, ya heard me.
It was cool for a minute, but shit I gotta jump up out this shit.
Free from murder attempts on my life, you know.
I got a family to feed, you know.
I'm trying to jump about the game.
(Chours x2)
Hail mary
Hail mary, please help me, I wanna live
And forgive me for the dirt that I did
I been a thug since I was born
And nuttin' change but I been trapped in this game too long
Verse 1 (C-Murder)
Hail Mary
Freak or murder attempts on my life
And my soul is gettin cold and I'm facin' parole
Heavy gangsters looking burry
But who can I tell from my cell to hell, don't let me die in jail
One foot up in the grave and my back against a brick wall
I'm having dreams about a image trying to kill us all
I count my blessing but I'm stressin', Smith N Wesson
Fool testing my nuts, I'm still throwing them up
And spitting blind rounds at my shadow, tweekin' for drama
I found a call from my momma, she don't want me around
And everything I touch seem to turn cold
And every nigga that I hang with don't grow too old
Hail mary
(Chours x2)
Verse 2: (C-Murder)
Two elevens got me sweatin', will I lose my rights
Convicted fellon with 187, facin' twenty five to life
I'm just another lil' nigga ready to ride on dem bustas
Like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder why I trust ya
Use to hustle for fun nigga, a young nigga, dumb nigga
Now they got me on the motherfuckin' run nigga
I used to laugh at them other niggas runnin' from the cops
Now these bitch niggas sweatin' my block
My ghetto dreams got me wishing for a quarter bird or something
I ask them ballers but them niggas ain't frontin
It's rest in peace in my future, how long will I live
Hail mary please forgive me for the dirt that I did
(Chorus x2)
Verse 3: (Magic)<