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found you
Theres a heaven baby your the proof

You make me feel something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime

These days
ass and take the motherfucker
Everybody know New York is where it began
So let the ego shit end

Black radio is being disowned
Not by the other
Black and blue I chose my way
I, the candid castaway
In a way delayed by one more broken season
To find reason for appeasing you and

So I found
By flying planes across the sea 
Embarking on your odyssey 
You put away the danger

Heaven bless the one who flies 
A pioneer on frontier skies
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in

Everybody's talkin' about hard times
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in

Everybody's talkin' about hard times
Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the Interstate
Pulling a steel train in the rain
The wind bites my cheek through
Call me if you need me
There you were all in white
Standing out in the broad daylight
Lookin' like a smoke signal
From heaven above
Smoke signal
playing soprano
While a woman in white shoes
Off with the mouth
About heaven and hell
No one gives her the time

Crossing the bridge
On the Harlem
can see it from afar
It's pale and it flickers
Like a faded movie star

And up there in the castle
They're trying to make us scream
By sticking
Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the Interstate
Pulling a steel train in the rain
The wind bites my cheek through
Black they were, with white eyes gleaming
Right in heaven life was seeming
Brittle wind blew snow upon me
I got blanketed all white and frosty

In my
cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids
You either lived on a farm or wish you did
Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
can see it from afar,
It's pale and it glimmers
Like a faded movie star

And out there in the castle,
They're trying to make us scream,
By
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
wake em up at five am for Fruit Loops
Draped in white overalls and black boots
Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice
Now we need money for some
wake em up at five am for Fruit Loops
Draped in white overalls and black boots
Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice
Now we need money for some
I ride the winds that howl
And bring down the rain
Thunder and lightning strikes
Across the desert plains

I ride alone at night
On my white
“The ones with those ribbons
Red and trimmed in white
The last time she had them on
I believe we danced all night”

“And why she left them here
It's
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)

(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
Hiawatha's Departure

By the shores of Gitche Gumee, 
By the shining Big-Sea-Water, 
At the doorway of the wigwam, 
In the early Summer morning,
outlined in chalk from below. Guard in Heaven patrols the electrified fences.
The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens
thwarted
A set back, cause my man it's plain to see
Lost in a white surpremacy
So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this
Brothers gonna work it out,
me in public
Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing
This ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that double mint
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