Lyrics:
a story It tells a story
Don't throw rocks at a stained-glass window
It's glory shines through
Through
A beauty to behold
You ain't never gone be nothing
Huh, Complain, your personal lightning rod
Black cat, 357
Still representing
Always representing
This is pure story telling, something you gotta
to drink my tears
But your kindness, she just won't reach
And I love your stories where you learn to lose
But there's nothing you can teach me about
something that belongs
Is it underneath my palms
Underneath his palms
Lies a twisted psalm
One decision spawned by the story in a song
How he longed to be
Nah
It's raining milligrams, my tolerance
Is through the roof
I can't account for more than half the Things I say and do
This shit is putty and it
there was glory
Celebrated by the only ones who taught this shit
We’ve been running from the bastards
Tapped along to every tune
And now no one here is
the life.
They think that
We dont know.
How the story goes.
But their own sight,
Is blinded by the lie.
That came in,
With their holy sin.
Holy sins
story
So turn the lights down and get in to bed
These real life horror stories have you dripping with red
Nothing here is normal, it's all paranormal
But
there ain't nothing you can't do
What you waiting for?
'Cause nothin' is by chance (by chance)
Give me the strength to understand the things you see
the day's gone by
Songs are just something to waste your time
So is everything else to do whatever makes you feel fine
God's just a story someone made up
This boy is staying acoustic
There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
nothing, nothing, nothing gon' save us now
Well, there's broken silence
By thunder crashing in the dark
And this broken record
Spin endless circles in
I’m on to you
And you know I’m coming for you
The starting gate is open wide
There is no stopping now.
Your bright colored minds are really blue
Nothing plainer
He is clearly quite insane
Where is she?
You mean Carlotta? I mean Miss Daaé
Where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want
4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'
Is there any money out there for me?
You just listen to this hustler's story
Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin'
the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Whoa, this is the big pill)
(Yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(There they go again,
life so I don't give a fuckin' shit
Cause I got nothing to lose my life story stay the same
If I died by tomorrow will the world know my name
I got
We've been down to the bottom, stories we've got em
When we hit rock bottom
If you been there put your hands in the air
So let the lost know that
I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill
of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word
the price to pay
For living in this realm
There's nothing left to say
Behold the mountains high
Behold the tiny worms
Innocence is not mine
It takes several
is doused in fire
Only major nothing minor
I'm a missionary for hire
Story told before I retire
Synchronizing like a mighty choir
Providing a golden
fading, but not complacent
No hatred for pops, he wanted his son to make it
And he graduated, then left the hood evacuated
Moral of the story, life is what
Massachusetts, where this is
Happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police
Car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there
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