Lyrics:
consciousness
It's every lyric is prominent
(I feel it)
Just another cold morning in Paris, I know
I wish I was taking you home
And I ain't taking
world smiles as they're passing him by
On a cold November street
Same time in the morning
Same time in the evening
Same time in the morning
Some
world smiles as they're passing him by
On a cold November street
Same time in the morning
Same time in the evening
Same time in the morning
Some
A future
Inch by inch
A devotion
So saccharine
It's a million
Miles wide
Magnificent
Like the depth of the sky
My imagination will
Lead
From the haze in your chambers
To the legs on the stage
I'm consumed by your danger
I can lose my restraint yeah
I can take you even further
Oh yeah
Rollin', pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling
It's cold, and snow's actually on the ground
Of this no-snow town
And instead of cars
Streets trafficking in sleds
Men become boys again
fucking war against
Headless, handless, motherfucker
Cold, white, and breathless
Rob me and leave me bleeding
Criticized by ignorance
No sense
the healthiest man on Earth heart stop
If you say another word to interrupt
I'll jump out these speakers, cold fuck you up!
But then again I really shouldn't
from me,
Every glorious line.
I was safe and warm,
And now I'm out in the cold,
And I know I shouldn't have told my story.
Story of a heart,
I
Never liked you any less
And the world's not such
A friendly place, is it?
Can go very cold very quickly
And for a very long time
If the sun by some
Three days I've been in the desert
By now you've probably heard all about me
I have a reputation that tends to proceed
Tall tales stories are told
the country, I got no more data
It's all in time, I swear it's all forgiven
She think it's mine but it's chauffeur driven
It's cold inside 'cause I'm known
Hit a killswitch and put an
End to any problem, bitch!
Hash and weed, hash in a bong
Got weed by the ton, got blow by the load
If you wanna get throwed
I needed her
Most 'cause I feel defeated
And not by nothin' by
Myself, my second thoughts, my sec
(And not by nothin' by myself)
My hands, I start
Deep beneath the castle walls,
the cellar stirs with life,
Ancient texts and secret scrolls
Tinctures by the candle light
A figure with dark
The creek goes ripplin' by
I been barefootin' all day with my baby
Brown leaves have started fallin'
Leadin' the way
I like it best just like this
(Bubble Boy)
Into
Uh
Yea Yeah Yaey
Uh
Yea Yeah Yaey
Yea Yeah Yeah Yeah Yea
Yea Yeah Yaey
Yea Yeah Yaey
(Chorus)
I just do better by myself (Huh)
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
I Am Flat Dead On My Feet
I Have Had Nothing To Eat
I Am Sick Of Highways And Cold Hotels Rooms
I Have Replay There In Our Soft Bed
I Am So Tired
ain't tryna make it by
Half these cat's can't even see me, and they ain't even blind
Know ima be a mogul and I ain't even signed
Sayin I ain't gone
Like water flowing down the street
On any rainy day
The stream of faces, which you meet
And pass by on the way
Perhaps you give each face a thought
Niggas know I'm straight thug
Niggas know I'm gooned up ride by your spot
Shoot your fucking living room up
Nigga must on that lean
Cause he got me
I'm not going to be hostage to a disease
I'm gonna-live with my mind at ease
I'm not gonna grow isolated and cold
I'm going to open-wide my soul
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