Lyrics:
these days, for the colors are fading.
Enclosed in a space of soothing sounds. Waking in my own movie...
The fly by with no remembrance. Constant
The deafening sound of silence
Silence the siren between us
Now I drink back the past
Back to our wedding day
We'd hang onto every
Word the other
don't sleep so my peeps can eat food
Stay true
Sound of the Puget
It's that 206 vintage
Beacon Hill b-boy, free flows infinite
I don't pose, no gimmicks
love
Reach out for love
Can't you see I can't sleep and I'm calling
For love?
I always say these things, these theories
I sound so wise, but see,
to listen for
True love's true comprimise
Ride or die by my side as I'm on the rise
But if I fell off tomorrow, would you disappear? (sorry)
Sounds like I
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
and bowls that are shaped like you
Chorus
You work in porcelain cut by wire
Now as ever lovers walk through fire
When we were breaking we made no sound
this like a
Big golf tournament, everyone shut up
Everybody just clap like it's
A golf tournament
Tom: That's what it sounds like when
I get done having
I know it sounds funny but
You don't see me laughin'
I know it sounds funny but
You don't see me laughin'
Should I be crying inside Yea
Cuz I got no
you're broken by design
You don't got much left in reserve
I'm just tryna pick up my poison, it hurts now
Give a kings speech to the wrong crowd
Given my
led astray
By the people who gone say
You a fake you a lame if you change
What a shame that they cant see the bigger frame
Out yo picture where they lay
Rather feel you by my side
When you’re close to me I know that we’ll be alright
In time
This sounds like when you walk outside
This sounds like when we’re
a)
I need me a phone (I need me a)
Wavy visionary I know they ain't coping
Some beats sound like hits from the jump before I get on em'
My thoughts are
A mill on my mind, counting benji’s in my sleep
That summertime grind like a sweater in the heat
Do a swanton bomb bet these fucker’s Rest In Peace
It's quiet now not a sound darkness falls on all around
I lay to rest my weary head a beautiful angel surrounds my bed
I softly fall to sleep I'm
pussy, yeah I know I just murdered it (Bow)
Looking like you lost a fight by the sound of it
Win, win, all we do is win (Mhm)
Popping bottles all day, life
around tryna act like they really gon clean it yeah
I been going round
Tryna spread the sound
When I pick it up
You know i'm the best around
I been going
Let this be a message to you fuck niggas
Aint no competition nigga I do this shit in my sleep
Point
Blank
Period
Sound the alarm nigga
Never settle
running I’m gunning All you fuckers down just for fun
Got the crown
Nigga couldn’t back down
These guns will sound like a surround sound
And the bass hit
as Mum would tuck me in then I'd sleep sound
But now I seem to worry about living
About getting and about giving
Count the thrills against the bills
The white, the bright, the ever-blinding light
Cuts through these almost night-time sights and sounds I hear and see
Sat on tiles and staring past
And we're slowing down
Sometimes two weeks go by
Before we fool around
You're darn right
I'm envious
Cuz what I'm hearing thru my walls
Sounds like happiness
was the sound that I knew, or ran home to
Don't it make your brown eyes blue?
When somebody loves you just for you
With no competition testing you
a king
Made a reality outta my dreams you couldn’t imagine nothing I seen
You looking for me man you know where I be - guns that I squeeze sound like money
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