Lyrics:
Now they've gone
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all don't fall down
Hope it all don't rain on me
Summer's gone from this town
I hope it all
and bronzed in a glass jar inside of a hall
With my framed autographed sunglasses
With Elton John's name on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, I've been lyin'
Head rap and thick hair
John the Baptist no Scrip-tures
Wolf Marro with the sick stare
Unclouded by hate
Breath of the crisp air
When it rains, it pours
fightin' the sky)
And I'm far from my weightless (thinkin', "Why did I try?")
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten
in the sky
But the sun will escape me
So why did I try?
From the top to the bottom!
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And that amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
Sunset falling from a water-tower sky
Whatever keeps that dream alive
You can find it here
It's a boy and a girl in a Chevy truck
"John Deere Green"
of lemon
ACCUMULATING* (Kind of )
Gritty humidity, blueberry marmalade
REJUVENATING* (Tribal)
Dropping from the sky, grape kool-aid
CANDY RAIN
stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doin' it for some doll
When you spot a John
Waitin' out in the rain
Chances are he's insane
As only a John
tears they fell like rain
So many things I can't explain
I saw your face in a cloudy sky
And I stood still
As a lifetime passed me by
As a lifetime
make time freeze
Rumor is he spits fire every line that this guy breaths
The sky bleeds and rains all over your dime piece
Motha fuckaz think they're
to escape
And the fire rains down from the sky on me
We have to leave our lives behind
Millions of tears pouring down from the sky
Fire lights up the night
(alright)
678, 404, bed made
I'm from where the rent kinda low
When you sleep on the floor
And the stick in the crib and the pit by the door
Long johns
the rain, here comes the rain, holy water from the skies
I feel it running down my face, a thousand teardrops in my eyes
Here comes the rain, here comes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
mind, nah
My flame isn't put out in the heaviest rain
Rippin' off all my chains and imma put an end to your reign
Woke up on a mission
Rain from the sky
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they give me
These late John Garfield blues
Midnight fell
, rain, rain get up and come back another day
Cumulonimbus clouds messing up my vibe
Why in the world does the rain gotta hurl from 50 racks up in the sky
TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF OFRA HAZA [8:08]
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
Afterbirth
The highest heavens now lie shattered
Its blood rains down upon the earth
Afterbirth
Skies are filled with mournful cries
Across a vale, life
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