Lyrics:
on that bastard in a hurry
Flyin from the spirits so I got a story
The dude that taught me how to rap was Ray Murray
Its all a can still its filled with
The bouncin' of basketballs on
Playgrounds and all
The empty bottles that's hollow
Wind blowin' inside 'em
The flow and the rhymin' got
My alignment to a science
Onset of this journey, path of the righteous
Winds blowing under wings of the flightless
Beauty is hidden in the beholders eyelids
Visions
Called back in time by the ancient winds
Can't you recall all the memories?
Walking the lost way of those who lived in loneliness
Think
Silent rays
They come out of the shadows
Conspicuous in the day
Singing in the light
In the light day creatures fly
Soaring through the day
Daring wars
we’re beaten by the clock
Something isn’t right
Keeps me up at night
It’s blowin’ in the dust we bite
Call up Mr. FBI and put him on the case.
Tell him
driftwood grey weathered by the sun and the sea
There's sand dunes in my yard
The Sea Oats wave when the wind's blowin' hard
It ain't much but, it's where
Turn Up
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Yeah Bish
And itspunkinbitch
And we just turn up in this bish
And we just turn up in this bish
And we just turn up
nothin' no one can avoid
It's comin' down like rain from a heavy cloud that's burstin'
Blowin' in like a hurricane wind it's gonna win
Like it or not, ready
pay your rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin' for the pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his
[Pharoahe Monch]
As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind
thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm
descending in
Her soul, wind over the hills
lift-sme with the force of a thousand windmills
every exhalation a narration
of why in each motion
in her current
There'll be birds singin' everywhere,
And the wind will be blowin' through your hair.
I'll look in your eyes
And wait for the prize
Your lips
Lookin' for a brighter tomorrow
Hopin' that the wind and rain is clear
Layin' down by the river
Wearin' out my old blue jeans
So many things
Lookin' for a brighter tomorrow
Hopin' that the wind and rain is clear
Layin' down by the river
Wearin' out my old blue jeans
So many things
to the gate, it's private (private)
So baby, just slide in (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Slide like we in four
On a Sunday, top down, wind blowin'
Kush in the jar,
There is a young man
Driving an old man's car
Down the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Where the treetops meet the stars
There is a warm wind
Blowin' down
wind is blowin' through
Your hair
And the days surround your daylight
There
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air
Wishin' on a falling
I’m living
Day breeze
Got me thinking I could spend some time
Waving
Blowin’ in the wind I’m escaping to
Palm Springs
Drown me in dry heat
Cannonball
Yeah imma
RENEGADE
City of wind to the city of sin babygirl imma
RENEGADE
I dont fit in but im still finna win cuz you know imma
RENEGADE
put your all in, the world's in your hands Lord
Momma said keep dreamin' now, I'm lucid when you see me livin'
Freely blowin' potent, fully focused
put your all in, the world's in your hands lord
Momma said keep dreamin' now, I'm lucid when you see me livin'
Freely blowin' potent, fully focused
change
Or pull up in the 7-4 to the fend (4 to the fend)
Won't u get in
While I'm steady blowin smoke in the wind (smoke in the wind)
Hoping to win
Now
Where the winds of change were blowin', there lived a God-fearing man
He was turning through his Bible when he came up with a plan
He painted up
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