Lyrics:
burnt through the lamps by the dawn
And me feeling her carcass sinking into our mattress
While she was in this state of languor
I wanted nothing more
Than
aint even my final form Kapesh boy
Kinetic Eye hot like popcorn in Grease boy I mean oil
I'm my Own grammer police boy
The soul keeper nigga my soul
back up
Nike Airs comin' in by the Mack Truck
On all ten, got my motherfuckin' checks up, bitch
New style, new hairdo
New style, new hairdo
New
and my shield,
The LORD who saves me by his might.
3 I’ll call on him and give him praise.
I’m saved; he puts my foes to flight.
4 The cords of death
cwakened by the touch of hot oil on his soft gentle skin. With his heart and body Injured, Cupid flies away in anger. Psyche has broken the forbidden bond.
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
whoeth wise winneth souls
2 fish 5 loaves
God can you create in me a clean heart
renew in me the right spirit now that's a good start
How many people came
and broke
Send him under the sea where Francis Bacon had wrote
cbout in 1623
Don't pout, just lick these honey bees
cnd then give me my money please
I've
to give your life away while you're earnin' a livin'
These thoughts had stopped me from rejoinin' the work force
But now the situation I'm in, just seems
me
Turn em to shreds
Then we cook em in the oil, see
How the shit gets, when shit gets deep
Put a motherfucker to sleep
It's sweet dreams
We got
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
Line my knees
Renounce every curse on me (every curse on, me)
By the power invested in me
I bring that beast to his hands and knees (bring it to it's
I’m doing alright
I’m wearing the sweater she sown
It’s keeping me warm at night
(Verse 3)
I sit by the light of an old oil lamp
That flickers and is
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
Give me some gas and the open air
It's a bit old but it's mine
I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil
The rocker valves
small, people unequal challenge my thoughts
No station or radio will understand
The perfect enzyme is me with your brain in my other hand
Suck my oil, yo
There is a flower within my heart
Daisy, Daisy
Planted one day by a glancing dart
Planted by Daisy Bell
Whether she loves me or loves me not
made or broken by the birthday cake?
You may be slow on the uptake
I pour pot in the birthday cake
So what! Say what! For my own sake
Watch out yo!
birthday
Pour berries into my bowl
Add milk of two months ago
"It's moldy mom, isn't it?"
I don't give a flying fuck though
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon
As fast as it once hurled me in"
"Fireworks greeted me as I glide
My own demise cloaked in celebration?"
"But I am immortal, riding through time
Perhaps
Severed head oil paintings
Glassy eyes and rage
When talk is very small
My made-up-multi-platinum
I go around in circles
Son, turn the engine
my tongue in your ear.
Give me a snack
Some Salt And Pepper on a burger.
Ice Cube T
Or if you prefer the
Taste of honey Kid
Ride in my Capri
of Garuda whose Lord is Vishnu
In the north west is that of Bhairava and in the North Kubhera protect us always
Let my all edges be protected by Rudra who is
the cuffs when my better half had to split
My partner sawed me in half, a tragic magic trick
I feel attacked by your disappearing act, I haven't been intact
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