Lyrics:
We may find a trace of a state of grace
In the saddest face something is there
How the rivers flow we may never know
But it goes to show something
I'm not your little princess anymore
Are you feeling this now put your hands up in the air now
Are you feeling this now put your hands up in
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
I wake up early in the morning clean the stu then start recording
Grab a coffee and a hoagie, just something to get me going
I been waiting for this
Baby it’s seven in the morning
I’ve never really seen the sun so bright in December
Silver bells by the palm trees yeah
And something ‘bout the music
Lips, Lips, Lips, Lips, Lips
I am drawn to the redness there
No smile, no smile, no smile
She's not there in a big way
Thinking of something and nothing
around and feeling the breeze
Living somewhere in a different world like it's all just a beach
And we can spend all our time laid out by the sea
Looking up
be quixotic
We need a look that really rocks it
I want you by my side
I was there when she said that she wanted me dead
There must be something in her
face, amazed by lip gloss
Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounced off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go
keep my enemies close
I give 'em enough rope
They put themselves in the air
I just kick away the chair
Told ya to get ya money
When ya see a boss
keep my enemies close
I give 'em enough rope
They put themselves in the air
I just kick away the chair
Told ya to get ya money
When ya see a boss
my enemies close
I give 'em enough rope
They put themselves in the air
I just kick away the chair
We gon' see now
We gon' see clown
Dig a hole
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine
afterglow
Let me in this pain
My plans are still in the air
But I have a feeling and all of a sudden
I'm about to do something
I bring something about
It
All we tryna do is find peace
Sirens in the air from the police
Shits still the same mayhem in the streets
Do what we gotta do so we gotta eat, aye
that you can’t fail
And never bail, just set sail
In The water or air or space
That has no air
And you’ll get there
And you’ll get there
When the clock
around with you
In the night I'm alone it's something I love to do
I'm all alone walking in the midnight air
When I sleep through the day I'm the focus
bail, just set sail
In the water or air or space that has no air
And you'll get there, and you'll get there
When the clock makes it so, if you didn't
nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch,"
the force vibrate and move something
Seven billion beings
Blow by like a breeze
Through the trees
Only to shake the leaves
Then leave
And while I take a few
a view of the fishes
You could get used to this feeling
We living life in your youth full of riches
While real treasure pass you by
But that's okay you
The seasons with you
('Cause) Oh, it's in the way you move
Something that I could get used to for forever
And I'm still a mystery to be solved by you
Can I get
double, count two
I'm so crowded by the both of you I'm going down through
See your eyes I know that we'll be up to something
Hope your gestures ain't just
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
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