Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
and we don't play, I don't got time
For your petty thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
we really miss ya"
Runnin' 180 crashed his car like Ryan Newman
Zoom zoomin' your son got caught by the speed demon
Sight faded away, now I reached
those choruses, but all that that brings us for us is?
To keep us blinded by the light, waiting in hope in case it might
Appear before we never, stop
Art-hounds look like nothing
So art-hounds write something
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do
Art-hounds see
depths below
Fear not the son's illusion
Upon Anor Londo
Upon Anor Londo
Fear not the illusion for it helps to let us go
Fire light the darkest path
I've been victimized by a devil in disquise
That you pulled the rug from under my feet
All those hopes that you made in bed
I think you forgot really
the one below
We lay our lives for thee
Accept this sacrifice of blood
To you we are sworn
For the one below
We lay our lives for thee
Accept this sacrifice
Meeting
Everyone, going everywhere...
9. Above As Below
Low and high
Slow motion
We reason at the sound of a big band traveling
In time
Overwhelmed by
my cut?
Nah, for real son, where's my cut?
Nah, for real son, where's my cut?
I knew you could do it
I knew you could do it
Since you was a kid, I knew
Our souls meant to, to fly side by side
Let us love
Below the moonlight
Let us love
Below the moonlight
Let us love
Below the moonlight
For every single
covered by the greens
With a buried life beneath and all those Long forgotten dreams
Lift me up with a silent weep
With nothing below my feet
Could
below
Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the blocks but the block ain't hug
our head high 'til they put us below
Best know 'til the day we die we gon' keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin'
A yo it's crazy bugged
It's like we're speaking another language
Our hearts anguish
For those who doesn't understand this
The streets became dull
and we don't play, I don't got time
For your petty thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
the flood
And the men down in the trenches often got by on a prayer
Two hundred feet below the ground in the mud and the compressed air
The engineers,
a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know
As the countless numbers hunger
For worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder
Will roll up their
passageway, beckoning those faring their way to the light at the end. It was a blue, cheeky melody: a coy mistress that could have only been so wooed by
Watch them play
What the odds
They
Burn
Hopes break down by six below the ground
Now you're shivering
How's your home
Now run home
Hi, son
Hug your mom
halted for one immemorial moment
And it was in that oddly immeasurable instant that the dark and peerless power unfettered by those grim pseudo-words
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Artillery got a gun for every letter
In the alphabet while your family in pajama's
I'll be stepping in
destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You
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