Lyrics:
Yeah the blisters may come
Won't you come on down now?
The arrogance lifts to the chromium sound
And the chorus was done
As they marched
Lift mcCahir Og your face
You're brooding over the old disgrace
That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent you to the ferns
Grey said
Switch up the vehicle
Change the plates and scrape off the serial
Limousine tint, man can't see me at all
Old school car thief, I could start cars
to rewind
Wander through the memories fallen by the way
Throw the windows wide and lift my spirits high
Let the sun shine and bring me on down to the river
Music by: Daniel Trejo Jr., Rodolfo Eduardo Leal Jr., and Robert Garza
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As I walk on hollow graves
You can't hide your face from the guilty
Pushed
The sun seems brighter
Black and blue broken bloodied and bruised
Just like a dream from which you never wake up
I am in hell
Trapped inside myself
went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll
I will come to you in a silence
I will lift you all from your fears
You will hear my voice
I'll claim you as my choice
Be still and know I am
You lift me up
When I'm out you reel me in
You have come to change my blood
Forgive me for my sins
[Chorus]
Save me from the darkness
Save me
and more
We lift high up Your name and we do proclaim
We're not the same in the game, everybody come on
Lord we enter in with thanksgiving
Hearts are
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
Good Lord
Can't afford to record, and not spit my struggles till I'm sore, hope I sore pray for more
Than nights just laid on the floor, tossed by waves
now
You can run, I can run
His friend was shouting out
You can run, we can run
Shouted Willie Brown
I looked north I looked south
An nobody was
inspiration
See I'm California livin
What you feelin like
Warm pool
And a bucket full of Miller Lites
No Ice but its obvious I'm chillin right
Keepin up my pace
I grew up on the Rez and resurrected
Resilient out the reservoir my brown skin resented
These are truly unprecedented times deresolution is where
a horizontal posture
Up in Heaven at the Biggie Smalls
Kurt Cobain joint band concert
Me and Jesus getting back rubs
In a bathtub by a chick with a black glove
who, who's next
To grab me and lift me up against the wall
Call me names but I still stand tall
Nevertheless what they say, ask me
Blaming me for
a Xan, gon' sip a Tech with it
Codeine got me in my feelings
Big dawg
I'm sippin', pour a four, then I lift off
You trippin' if you thinkin' I'ma
you turn and smile and slowly make your way into the world again
It's slipping from my memory
Every day I just pass by colored lights around
Yeah, we're breakin' free
Oh, we're breakin' free
[Josh:]
Can you feel it building
Like a wave the ocean just can't control
[Nikki:]
Connected by
it too
so you aint really safe
I used to picture my final days to get motivated
but lately I’ve been feeling like purpose is overrated
I hear
you come by me
Angel hear my plea
Take my hand lift me up
So that I can fly with thee
So that I can fly with thee
And I'm waiting on an angel
and carry, heave and lift.
Small cracks, become a rift
Keep your head down and close your mind
You think your hands are clean
But I've got blood on mine
I
From now on I'm not looking back for anything
Hold up
Wasteland waiting met an angel passing by
I'd give anything to join you in the sky
She laughs
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