Lyrics:
And justice goes to those who pay
Friend, these aren't laughing matters
The truth is scarier by far
Than anything that Stephen King could write
The stories in
And so I think to myself
He's just like everyone else
But feeling far too high
To just let him walk on by
And so I think to myself
I'm in my own
cause I wanna wake up
That‘s what I need, yeah
And I can‘t wait to fly away
So far away
I wanna wake up on another day, yeah
And I can‘t wait to fly away
He was born so far away
So the story's told
We remember Christmas Day
When winter days grow cold
With the time it passes by
We put away
taste
You don't find trustworthy guys these days
Omo by the way
My name is Tomisin
So I told her cool down let me speak
We can take a walk
Down to my crib
You need a drink after this man!
I just need a perfect platform for me to tell my story
I said you keep the limelight and all of your retro hype
on by my fingertips
We go too far for the thrill of it
The way we love is so dangerous yea
At least its never boring
Breakup then we make up in
written
(I like to write in the moment)
For the first two albums
There were no such talks but
That was before my name
Was familiar so let me start my story
so far out in the ocean we were halfway to being Russian
My beard was always icy and the swells were forty feet
We slept four hours a day killing fish
love
So can you
Sometimes people evolve but that involves knowing exactly
What you want
And right now I want a compromise by givin' you a partner
off addicts
Always in the street, but never stuck in traffic
Ima tell his story, so you know what happened
As a young kid he loved shooting baskets
Time
contemplating
Not livin' in the moment
Thinking way too far ahead
Take the L prematurely
You ain't even tried yet
Yeah the climb was rough
But I'm enjoyin'
Heard by every ear near and far
The strike, in the top, of a tower small
The life of a hermit in his shell
Seeing laughter and dance through
They lied to you!
I finally learned how to get through this hell
Battle the struggle, don’t battle yourself
Tell me your story,
I’ll tell you
the music
Wouldn't get em' far
But it's something about it
That gave em' a feeling
So now he at white
And he only freshman
The youngin' been hoopin'
you been missing
I got lyrics you should listen
Rewritten with precision
Thirty-five years ago
I wrote those rhymes
Hip-hop's still plagued
By violent
without you I swear
After what me did to you me Want your love stories
Me have the view to tell you How we want to live in Foreign
So me feel the pain
depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.
of laughter
Here and in the ever after
With poetry and painters from my past
So I follow the tides
On currents far and wide
Chalking up the stories
pimping down under
You can probably tell that I'm high
By the way a nigga fell from the sky
Every story that I tell, you can tell if it's real
You can tell
not depending on any body oo
I no come here to Dey yarn story
Morning till night we Dey find the money oo
Time and season everything na by time
Steady
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by
Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know
Wind that speaks to the leaves,
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by
Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know
Wind that speaks to the leaves,
Writer(s): antonio carlos jobim
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by,
Where do they go? oh I don't know, don't know;
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