Lyrics:
Love me just the same tomorrow
Something blue and something borrowed
And a bruise inside of me
I'm drunk on your delivery
Intoxicated by your eyes
at the screen
'Til all colour left
What use are your thoughts and your prayers now?
You painted only
What you held inside your frame
But life comes to more than
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
I heard a knock, when I was lying in bed
Looked at the clock, three thirty-three’s what it said
Third time this week, nah, this is not in my head
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III
Yeah what you think
No I ain't worship what you boast
I had to work all on myself
Yeah I went ghost
There wasn't three inside that fire
There was
every other circle, and its like the colour purple,
Is all about race, no time for yellow, any turtles,
Roses are red and violets are lights in the club,
To declare humans the winners
Put a plan in place, three years in space
Temptation never wasting living inside a 5D paradigm
Do it like this, do it like that
wide awake, Im chasing my dreams
I got replaced by a dummy
Did you really love me
I stay focus on money
I know your taanie love me
All this mense around
three Jordan's in my closet
Gotta pay to prove that you make the rules by the bank you make in your deposit
I got shit to lose cause I made it through
everyday ruby, Tuesday
I was 14 when I first knew I was black
Not by pigmentation but hatred
And fear attacks
Never learned to love what your
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On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
on inside
Three Orthodox Jews going round the outside you need to come inside to wash and dry
Three Roma Gypsies going round the outside don't run outside
by this city, Im ‘ma die for this city
This is my city, yeah
[Verse 3: GBO]
This is me, no I mean that this is we
This is our city, and I hope we all
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
And finally say goodbye
To bars and chains and to
Your prison - prison
You're a man in black and white
In a world of colours
You seem alive but deep inside
Blueberry wit' the grape
Now my Faygo Crip
3 Beans, lil' squeeze
Gave her Play-doh dick, man
I play bitches I don't play yo' shit
Wockhardt in the mix
Got my
faces with you
Green green green
Is the colour of my true loves eyes
Blue blue blue
Is the sound of tears
When she cries
Red red red
It's the feeling
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
like you'd never believe
All those fancy designs are locked inside of my head
From the Top Rank orange to the Parlophone red
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot.
stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin'
I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend it by the thousands, yeah
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
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