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enough to overdo

Hopelessness overhead
Too sweet to hold on to
Low at best   
High a sound
No more peace to go around

Here's a familiar sound
A long

This is just my stream of conscience
I would shout for reparations way before Barack in Congress
In the house like legislation, bring the ruckus

the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode

The Lady of Shalott [Live; Bonus Track]

Loreena McKennitt

The Journey Begins: Elemental/To Drive the Cold Winter Away/Parallel Dreams [Barnes & Noble

2005

straining, 
The pale yellow woods were waning, 
The broad stream in his banks complaining. 
Heavily the low sky raining 

Over towered Camelot; 

Down

The Lady of Shalott

Loreena McKennitt

Bonny Swans

1994

of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining

the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode

stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round

the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode

the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode

the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves
He rode

and make the sex a race
Might fuck around and buy your old ting a brand new waist

One sec
Vibe check
Low eyes
Fleece tech
I'd win 
No fight
Might let him

merrily thinking about it is the same when you row your boat
"Your audio's low and you're mumbling, fix your vocal tone"
If you ain't my dawg, how do you

a bitch
Knock down the doubt when I spit, gymnastics on beat, the flow make it flip
My mind got munitions, on audio, rack back my tongue and I empty

a cracked brown shed
And I find a key
And I throw in a tree from overhead
And I will go to the sunbeam grass
Oh no, oh no
And I will go to the sunbeam grass,

haven't been giving a fuck
I'm feeling low and drained think I'm running outta luck
I got some low change need me a couple of bucks 
This life is no game

and fought you (yeah)
But I'm way up (uh-huh), you bitches too low
New ass, new teeth, bitch, check out the glow (period)

Bitch, don't make me put my wig

therapeutic
Mental vest instead of slings
In a world thaays fucked up
I confess it on these streams
And
They display that perfect Picture
Behind the image issa

I hit the Lexus nexus then I opt-out
Got to stay low because the cops out
Step on the scene brings the clocc out
Got to tap in that means it's my

on
Insane insomnia
Why don't do your worst

Jet streams overhead 
Less dreams more regret 
Oily like a snake in a tank 
Say something 
Make it up 
Naked

Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Broke boy this week
But as she speaks her truth brings lows

can't describe but you know
They tried to define but it line's up low
Never tied to a globe in the skies unknown
Let it rise up , woah
I can take you

Long Way

Chris Webby

Next Wednesday

2019

I've had a long run still ain't lost no steam
I'm still rackin' up streams I just do it low-key
I don't even have a manager, I own my own masters
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