Lyrics:
sign with it
I'm stoked to be living in a lucky country
It's just a joke that we're governed by a bunch of monkeys
Still I'm loving all the listeners,
laughing, I was mourning
Crawling up the biggest waterfall
I got hit by the bus in the light beam
Bare knuckle, I’m a punching ball
It’s a never ending story
crowded
People livin' in fear because they vision is clouded
But the sky's the limit, I ain't cryin' you a river
Gotta move me a mountain, I'm a git up
Well this old mountain is a-holding its breath
The revenuers comin' and it smells like death
A rifle in his arm, the other wrapped around
Yes, no, yes, no, maybe, no
All you're going to hear in this world that rocks and rolls
Something mistaken, a dream taken from magazine fiction
I
Already these niggas packing offa my man black
With singing the song, peepin the knowledge what's going on?
Long is long, about it by what goes on
These
Slipping right by the bitch door man
It's time to start seeing things going my way
Sipping on some Jack and a bottle of Grey
Can I be the one with
Paxton’s Song
I’ve watched as you sat by his bed
Praying with hands on his head
I’ve heard every word that you’ve said
Trusting in Me
I’m not leaving
(Chorus)
Going up home to
Live in green pastures
Where we shall live and
Die never more
Even the Lord will
Be in that number
When we have reached that
and all you hoes going love it
To be popping rubber bands off a wad
Dime piece in nothing but bobbysoxers
To see my product leave the shelves like a flea
Nimbus clouds surround the mountains now
Can't tell who resides this wooden town
There's a makeshift mystery
That's going down
The plains below
There's more that five billion dreamers
I woke up in the middle of the night
I looked around and saw you in the light
Standing by the windowpane
I'm not by your door
Where we're going, nobody knows
from the mountains
Turned from a bad boy to a scruff
I'm still out here holding it up
I'm still backstage holding a cup
Dark is still my co-defendant
Originally performed by Genesis
Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirtly old mountain
All covered in smoke,
conned into doing
In 2085, we struggle to stay alive
Only the wealthy can provide the
Cash and pay to survive
While the poor are left behind
Going blind
to know
Hey Yo I do this for my people, my sisters, my bros
My future, my now, my memories to flow
It's like a fountain on a mountain, majestic and fresh
What's popping, brand new life I got it
Screaming hallejiah all the way up in the mountains
Cuz I'm praising his name
From the day that I was saved
Till
Following my intuition
Guided by my inner vision
Life's to short for intermissions here
Live it to the full extension
Crash into a new dimension
substitute
for mountains and hills
And all the children always end up popping pills
And the radio keeps saying "this city kills"
I need you to catch me
breathe
So going out add another voice to life's great song
We all knew you had it in you all along
But I'd climb the tallest mountain for you
So while
am become death
The destroyer of worlds"
His hands are backed up
They're straining at his neck
What colour shall we rank in him?
What face shall
Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform
Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala
Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word
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