Lyrics:
The air is thin
The sky's turning pale
I sense your presence as the softening of rain
And trace of morning sun
Blackbirds lifting
Wings
THE MORNING LIGHT
I SWALLOWED MY PAIN WITH THE FLOOD LIGHT DYING
STOOD IN THE RAIN MY EYES WERE CRYING
I WAS THE FOOL WHO PAINTED RAINBOWS
I WAS BETRAYED BY
Hey, hey hey i got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's hatnin'?
You and your ass invited
So gon' and get to clappin'
So pop it for a player pop,
somebody make her (I just live, I live day by day)
Shut up about it, can we settle down please? (Fighting demons)
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
By the margin of the ocean
One pleasant evening in the month of June
The pleasant singing blackbird
His charming notes to tune
Then I saw a woman
go stay by plan)
Amsterdam we go dey (We go stay by plan)
Rochester we go dey (We go stay by plan)
Manchester we go dey (We go stay by plan)
Manhattan
shattered
Cheer her up yeah now she flattered
Spin on it like she ain't had it
This girl must be from Manhattan
Living the high life
We doing what we want bc
Yeah
Bag it up put it on the scale beep
Red by the case got runts by the qp
Niggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me
Should I finesse em I think
You say some day, oh baby let's get away, Me,
I'll stay at home, to each his own Blackbird o
n the wire leave something to be desired,
This bird
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
This is the third of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far
past and
Thinking back on trips on Manhattan
Dad was rolling hotels like the plaza
Black bellhops holding
Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
[I. Velvet Forest Of Enchantment]
Violet Dawn, Misty Mourn
Black Tree Upon The Velvet Lawn
Summer Faces - Poisoned Flowers Thorns
Blackbird Sings
[Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out
at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out
Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable
thoughts of overtakin' the table
dismantle and disable
verbal, made
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
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