Lyrics:
Pentometra Speaks
Halo near the lakebed
Mirach to Vindemiatrix allow for my descent
By land and lake I'll navigate the tides of cognizance
Please
Oh my lovely rose of Clare,
You're the sweetest girl I know,
You're the Queen of all the roses
Like the pretty flowers that grow,
You are
the spring of my twenty first year
My true love couldn't await me there What once were mine to love ‘till the end Was now in the arms of my oldest friend So in
turning a penny to a pound
From a pound to jacks, from a jacks to a score
My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw
Cause I
Grip my teal boom
Oh my lovely rose of Clare,
You're the sweetest girl I know,
You're the Queen of all the roses
Like the pretty flowers that grow,
You are
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
niggas they don't act like they feeling me
Dont know what's wrong I think that y'all blind cuz y'all niggas really not seeing me
So I'm asking therem why
Oh my lovely rose of Clare,
You're the sweetest girl I know,
You're the Queen of all the roses
Like the pretty flowers that grow,
You are
to know just how you feel
You want me there when'er you turnin 50 shades of teal
You want a man but I got plans
to make some gold out of a couple hunned
got a black tag so I made it teal(Teal)
Zooming out the sky yea shawty know what's up(What's up)
Poppin out the fire yea shawty wanna fuck ye
shawty
WHEN THE WORLD IS HISTORY
by Gordon Pogoda & Clare Reynolds
Someone said the world’s ending
And we used up our last blessing
I don’t know if that’s
rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo
I know what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay,
it blue, no, it's not teal
Polka dot, got it all sealed
Hunnid bag part of the deal
New spill
I'm gon' finish what I started
I know that bitch, she got
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
when she says she's going home
Leave me in a sea of teal
Haunted by how good I feel
I know that ghosts are real
Hit me like a tidal wave
Kiss me then
rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo
I know what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay,
all in love but don't know the real me
I think I owe it to myself but I know you steal me
Diamonds in the rough but we still shining yeah
Car stopped
What is love, what is love
What dreams are really made of
Is it real life or a fantasy
It takes maturity and unity
What is love, what is love
What
smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut
Love and Memory by John Clare
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning
'Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning?
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
to please you
Red moon
What have you done to me?
Your teal strokes know no bounds
I feel cut but I love it
What if our souls are destined to intertwine?
enough know I need more hate it when life takes a detour
Anxiety setting in unsure of what the future might have in store
But fuck it we ball this shit
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