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to know.
Running away from it all,
I'll be safe in the cornfields, he thinks, hunted by his own
Santana Full Moon Lyrics
Again he feels the moon rising
out the light
And love me tonight
Don't think about tomorrow
It don't matter anymore
We can turn the key
And lock the world outside the door
I
seen it twice
And, besides, the air conditioner's broke
The old lady who runs the ice cream store
Got robbed last week
She put a lock on the door,
they did we gon' be in some trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Box
I would surely break the lock
I'd jump right in and, and fall asleep, I, I fall
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
now I go
Til you're out of view
We're not moping around no there ain't no tears
If your eyes lock with mine you'll read them loud and clear
Hello Hello
I wanna be happy
Like people in pictures I see
On the doctor walls
I wanna feel better all by myself without
The help of drugs or alcohol
I wanna be
your lock
Foenem be loading up smokin' on dope
Fore' they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch
All
frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues
Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets
angle
I stay in the streets and notice the gutter rainbows
It ain't no pot o' gold it's where the products sold
It's where we lock and load
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out
the swank drill like a deadly weapon
I drop bombs on an enemy at any second
Look at me wrong I turn you to tomb stones
Lock you in the crosshairs then you
the swank drill like a deadly weapon
I drop bombs on an enemy at any second
Look at me wrong I turn you to tomb stones
Lock you in the crosshairs then you
the sounds
Of those wails
Silenced
By the goop
Grey matter
Sanguine soup
Putrefaction
By acid
Lavender will make this
Less acrid
Moringa’s kiss
Remedial
nah go deadly said'em a chopp'em Dem a lock'em when a me ready now
I'm a Ronin
A warrior by nature roll'in
Tell a Bwoy dem sing and set I'm a Ronin
be a bitch
Pass by ya, riding in the beamer
Lock eyes with you but I never see ya
I'm tired I'm so fed up of the bleeding
Should I live or die there's
keep fire smell get them by the bail
Lock me down and Spent a night in jail don’t come by with bail
If you cuff and Lock me down in hell you know I
amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
Shit know we flying by
Lil bitch I don't want no pic, don't wanna drive by
This bitch all on my dick, don't wanna slide by
Know I'm higher then
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old
let love pass us by, pass us by
Everythin' is right about him
He's just my type
Ain't no slippin' in my pimpin'
Gotta lock his thang tight
Though I'm
Rocking the mic, Speaking my soul
Building on life, Lost in the sound
Found in my words, Touch by the source
Live from the mind, Represent all
(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’
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