Lyrics:
Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run
Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come
Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're
For hours I've been strumming
My voice is rough and my ears hum
If I could talk I would have called you
If I could walk I swear I'd run
In my
Mane Im sick of blue collar
Put me on a concert poster (Poster)
Voices in my head tell me to end it all
But you know Soul Playaz
We say fuck em mane we just ball
When the whole world seems wrong
Just learn the words of a simple song,
Of blue skies above,
Be a troubadour and all is love.
When April showers
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
Stolen
Not by force
Stolen
Wheres our voice
Stolen
This time from me
Stolen
You think were free
Stolen
We made our pick
Stolen
They make me sick
Stolen
And that sound forever mine
I will play it back on days
When I'm sad and feeling blue
When the voice that clouds my eyes
Is the one belonging to you
Oh so
You gon’ hear my voice in the radio,
Call me on my phone when i'm millio,
I won’t care for you when you’re feeling low,
If i’m the blue, you gon’
The sea beneath the cliff
Is the blue in my mother's eyes
That came from the blue in her mother's eyes
Thrown on down the line
By our family who
Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner's blues
Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner's blues
My troubles are coming by threes and by
to stay this way
If only I would wait
The walk has all been cleared by now
Your voice is all I hear somehow
Calling out winter
Your voice is
only you and I could tell
And it's not fair
It turns everything blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue
And I hear my voice
When it fades into yours
to me...
there is a sound on the other side of this wall
burning singing on the other side of this glass
footsteps concealed
silence is preserving the voice
All we get credit for is is gang activities dead or in jail
We’re strong then that, so let me be the voice to the streets
Blue balenciagas, n****s
Runnin blue
Runnin blue
Runnin blue
Living in the painted riffs
Thoughts of you they slowly drift
Miss the voice behind those lips
The gentle sway
voices
Get away
I wanna get away
Get away
All these voices
They keep talkin' to me
Get away
So much back and forth with these voices
Annoyed by all
Just me and you girl just me and you
Just me and you girl just me and you
I love your cute little voice she like hi guys
Wishing on stars
Hands up Don't Shoot
Get your leg off my neck
Gun out my back
It's time for a citizen's arrest
Since you believe the color blue
Places me beneath
choice
Would you be more kind?
I can hear your voice
(By the Way)
If you see me again, please, say
Heaven is Blue
In a second Life, in a second choice
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
Come back here, we can have some real
believe
In the sewing machine, I lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Colored-coded by the love he gave to me
Ah, his voice
It speaks
The dark sky sends a cold persistent rain
I'm inside but not by choice
With memories of the rhythm in these rooms
Once graced by your sweet voice
You
on in whether rich or poor
We got a lot of room can I presume
You were drawn here by a nom de plume
Don't you worry now
Cause this is such a lovely place
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