Lyrics:
this high. But it always leaves me trying to question why?
You say take it day by day but it's hard when there's no sunlight.
Try to make sense if
the heavens (heavens), lighting up the ground (lighting up the ground)
We're oversaturated by the sound (-rated by the sound)
Awakening the senses (senses
rooms in the house she'd be the balcony
Make me see far with a mouth like that
All my senses get crossed when you cross behind by back
With your arms
Thunderstorms and fireflies
Make no sense to west coast eyes
Wish I could still be surprised
By thunderstorms and fireflies
Me, I love an August storm
grab one right
By the dream space
Makе one scream until she pray
Makе one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body
Or get popped like a motherfuckin' pimple
Cause I got some thoughts
It's two people on my shoulder
They trynna talk sense to the middle
They throwing me
I used to compromise my honest life by honoring a stock of lies
So drawn to bein on the block impeded my own plot to rise
And treated youth like I
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
exist? But sure I'm the one who kept it on
You sound lethal, I mean it's like I bought you in a shop
You're literally my ghost writer while I'm just
Fear
Fear is the mother of all weapons
Killing minds, causing depression
Aggression and oppression
Fear dividing us by religion
Separation with
13 locked in my room
Laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
Drowning in the sounds of Sonic Youth
Hypnotized by the blades of my ceiling fan
And in
hummin' this old melody
It sounds familiar, but that's alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn't change my life
po pom
Ro po pom pom
Circlin'
Round round round
You lift me up at the speed of sound
And when your love swing my way
My love be mine through time
waiting to explode.
Listen to the rhythm listen to the beat
the sound of the city and the word on the street
I get by with soe help of my friends
a little
comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Freedom is the road less traveled by the multitude
The mood, it's the mode, it's the culture
Where
of the covenant
These universal truths remains self-evident
R-O-C stands strong like Sphinx do (uh)
Now who gwan come test the champion sound?
Limb by limb, we
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense
pettiness like lady's chatter
Seems to complicate the matter
I grit my teeth as my senses chatter
For nothing gets me much madder
As I leap out
For big
Pickin' out the afro and pullin' out the gear
I hear the same sounds every mornin'
Sports centre, the traffic
Your mom dukes screamin' in my ear
Dipped, yet
bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like these
Run over enemies and I
Sitting by the fire drinking coffee
Now don't that sound nice? Mm-hmm
I can't believe this whole time I've been looking for you
So where you at on all
didn't understand the black power fist
The need to resist never crossed my conscious
No compassion for those hurt by violence
I stand condemned in a place
opened wide the sixth of senses dreamt and still it cried
Chorus
Halo rifts forged in chariot horse burned by mimic wars
Tales end time molded by lightning
.png/220px-Carnage_(Marvel_Comics_character).png "Carnage")
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