Lyrics:
like sacred vapor, written on paper, mixed by Azia
To birth the baby, a new Earth crazy, heavenly days be infinite energy
Discern what's truthful then
Empty as a heartbeat, as the vast blue sky,
As the space between atoms, in the blood rushing by.
Empty as the vapor that congregates and dissipates.
of the rocky satellite
cbandoned by the Qyo world powers that sent her there
Stricken by fear of her hard-earned grand perspective
She could see The Body now
just glide by the sky
Kiss in jeopardy
'Cause the clouds are now dry
And you taste lemony
We won't call it felony
Let's try a different flavor
Lick
paper
You hate me I cut you like taper (yeah)
Wake up
I brush my teeth when I wake up
I'm smoking on flower not vapor
I run the whole court like a lay-up
the vapor
Two hoes not one
Live by the paper and die by the gun
I'm in the strip club with my gun
Can't love a bitch more than my gun
ARP in the back but
from making the decisions like the heartless
Consumed by the darkness
You must want to see a king dumb heart split
why!
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Vapors
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
Artist:
KLF
Album:
Single
Song:
Kylie Said to Jason
All lyrics transcribed by Dave Datta
I'm gonna leave this body now
I'm gonna leave this body now
crept in among us like a carrier disease
Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the
Lead
Einstein's disciples working steadily ahead
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
crept in among us like a carrier disease.
Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead,
Einstein's disciples working steadily ahead,
arrogant (acting arrogant)
All over (all over)
I hate to be alone
I hate to be alone
Ain't no fun by myself
I can't be with no one else
Damn I can't believe
Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop um, 'nough styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my
Living this exactly
I don't need the things
That you shove up in my face
I live by my own standards
And I'm happy living, living life
My world
Is
like I'm in Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
We get Tyson money, sell the chicken by the quarter
We don't eat lobster, but we floss
Got a lot of land in Georgia
Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop um, 'nough styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my
the
Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram
The feeling is high but the high don't last
Long enough for you to even read a paper
But you still thirst and hunger for the vapor
Although he is an animate,
when you act like a damn lame
Then burn me w the propane
Scorched by the heat of your flames
Now
It's always the same
We keep playin games
Swervin
I worship all the flowers and the plants like a creator
This dab up in my pen I take a hit and blow the vapor
In love with all the trees why they cut
Awoken by the silence before the morning breeze
I lie listening to my breathing
I'm lighter than vapor - tags unapplied
First enveloped in
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