A CHOLA LOVIN TOO MUCH FOR A VATO
A chola once cried, su corazon has died,
a cholo she once had, left her feeling sad,
at night she looks up at the sky,
she tries to hide her sadness by gettin high,
she puts her gun to her head,
thinkin she iz better off dead,
she puts in her clip, takes another hit
she puts in her clip, takes another hit
*a tear goes down her face*,
as she holds the gun in place,
she pullz the trigger, the bullet cuts through like a knife,
she lays in a puddle of blood,
she has taken her life,
as she holds the gun in place,
she pullz the trigger, the bullet cuts through like a knife,
she lays in a puddle of blood,
she has taken her life,
she wrote a note n put it in her hand tellin him
she thought she was his only girl
i saw the note and took this quote, this is wat it said
"The blood i shed, is from a bullet to the head
over and over i cried and cried,
with me all our memories have died,
our love i tried to save
it did not happen so i take it with me to the grave"
she thought she was his only girl
i saw the note and took this quote, this is wat it said
"The blood i shed, is from a bullet to the head
over and over i cried and cried,
with me all our memories have died,
our love i tried to save
it did not happen so i take it with me to the grave"
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