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the numbers I got motion

Goin up goin up goin up
In my feelings she notice
High flying like lotus
Goin up goin up goin up
And I'm stuck in the motions
It feels

through monsoons
A lotus reaching, from the mud to the, moon
Out of tune, out of reach, I seek things you can't see
A nameless king, wielding lightning in

I be trapping by myself
Riding by myself
Got it by myself
Ion need no help
Yea I'm serving fire
Smoke this you gon' melt
And I'm whipping water, call

(Voyce)
(Hey Daks)

I-I hit the light and I'm flying
Everything I wanted, girl
All passing by
Let it melt away with the time
Let it melt away with

I Got Flavors Out The Dooooor ooooor
They love the way it Tasteeeeeeee
They Flying in from Coast To Coast Ever Color Every Shapeeeeee 

She be

and some tweaks huh
Flying by Lex, with the fellas, check the status huh, done released a song
Already got it off the checklist, huh
You stay hatin', but

Leila

ZZ Top

El Loco

1981

She had a look in her eye that could make you melt,
Made me feel better than I ever felt.
But bless her heart, she couldn't stay,
I begged her not

i'll melt off your face
Sick and tired of the same shit I broke out the maze
I told Wavy to hold on he fighting a case
I just smoked me a wood man I'm

Night Dreamer

Wayne Shorter

Night Dreamer

1964

there.

I once was apprenticed to a man who was living
In the eye if the hurricane to know despair,

He knew all the dreams by heart just like sailing

invaded by man just as I thought
Though few of us remain
It's the very few that stay the same
Flying over is going back in time
Come these wonders from

The razzamatazz
With certain pizzazz
Followed by healthy laughs
We loved and we were free
The yackety-yaks
The autodidacts
cnd the insomniacs
Let's skip all

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

Affordable Art

1984

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

of
5 on the same moped
Golden lotus that show off a pretty pantone
And grow in river water that'll
Melt your fucking hand off, damn
It's funny 'cause I

ancient letters said my visions being rendered
Sitting calm and centred in a lotus pose
Im being torn by opposing poles, and Lord knows
The roads tolls

Bars Nigga bars on bars
Fuck this human shit
Nigga stars on stars
Black matter speed of light space flying cars
As told in the teachings by the Great

Little frog, by a pond, hears about the sea
Little frog jumps in, says that's too big for me
Mallard duck flying by sees a distant train
Mallard duck

no turning back
The wind is in your hair

It's burning
Driven by pain
Soul is gone
In the wind and rain

Wheels keep on turning, rubbers burning
Faster

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

No Big Surprise: Anthology

1994

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

to the tape, bitch
It's take two, watch this, we locked in
Set the tone, set the story, just like he what when
Your mind will melt to butter by like three songs

thieves bobble when walking by severed hands
Approach the thorax of emperor's headless lotus
Focused on the bogus front of the hocus pocus
Motives to let

Rich and Black

Busta Rhymes

Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

2011

piss-stained concrete

That's right, yo, who voted toasting in the wind
Las Vegas Otis
What you know
Leave it right here we ghost in the Lotus
Put

And I see through you
And we look at the stars
As they melt down with the citylights
Float through the Night
With you by my side
& I float through

a dance in shadows would broke my sealed
For every stars must seed my appetite yet never yield

Panic! Radiant! Gleaming! Gray!
By your figure I shall walk

The mirror on 
The surface of 
The lake.

Step by step approach the altar
Ego melt and mouth exalt her-
Oic deeds done by the lasting light
Of the soul.

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