Lyrics:
clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
Spark the izm, my expertism, is
clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
Spark the izm, my expertism, is
There's but one little sun
Where she can safely run
When she comes undone...
Oh baby let me stay your alley cat
You're my wire to the light
And my spark
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
awaited my reply
(close to insanity)
I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky
(close to insanity)
Undeniably amused by the way the fuse
The moon made
The ocean glow
In troubled ways
While her silhouette
Was facing the sky
Behind those rocks
Girl went up in smoke
Consumed by
on every wall
And you will see my footprint on every floor
It only takes a spark to tear the world apart
These tiny little things that make it all begin
shadow on every wall
And you will see my footprint on every floor
It only takes a spark to tear the world apart
These tiny little things that make it
of time
Where is the spark that won't fade away?
And where is the queen to my king of pain?
Say my name, never leave your side, I will be your shadow
All your love faded away
Little by little, fade to grey
Build a wall around your heart
Little by little, loose the spark
I think you need to know
gold's the goal
Gold's the Goal
I leave a mark
Spark your thoughts
It's forever art
Brand new start
I leave a
It's the infamous Bloody Knuckles
Foot off
from all the honeys
Make her knees hurt fuck with the smoke just do your research
Smoke u live by the sword u die by the sword
Smoke I ride for ma niggaz
heavy
Surrounded by deceased
On the arms and the back
Captured by disease
I keep pushin
Violence in the streets
Eat, be sleep and
Scratches in the beat
Slide imma ride by
Go and hit my line when you know that you ready girl
Slide imma ride by
And imma make sure that u get right
Slide imma ride by
U
I'll pick you up when you fall down
They won't destroy the light they found
I need no introduction
By now, I hope you know
I've spent so long away
go
Walking supernatural
I walk by faith
Not by sight
I'm living by the spirit
This a supernatural life
I walk by faith
Not by sight
I'm living by
Stack it up to the fuckin top
Gun up
Slide by, drive by homicide
Gun up
Eyes wide, I rise, deicide
Gun up
Take em on one by one, petrified
Gun up
Plague
Speeding through the night
Be my passenger drive-by
Looking up at the night sky
On the beach we feel alive
Not a single thought in mind
Staring
made
a tragic parade
but if it's all a lie,
then who am I?
If we're all a part
then where do I start?
If we're light in the dark
an heir to the spark
we're stuck floating in between
Put me on the shelf; discipline myself
To let the sparks die out
Shattering anything
That has reflections of you
the dark
I am the march
I am the spark
Don't worry, I'm ok now
After the sun always comes the rain
Followed by hurt and pain
After the light comes
we're stuck floating in between
Put me on the shelf, discipline myself
To let the sparks die out
Shattering anything
That has reflections of you
becomes perfection, when the spark
Has almost died
Decades of endless darkness
Now embraced by shining light
Autonomous power,
Finally this war is won
When you're at war
There are moments in all of our lives
Tiny sparks still deep inside
When a new-born baby cries
When you're watching clouds in
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