Lyrics:
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord
A deep space shade of maroon
And a darker night sky blue
Here’s a big bright yellow one
Tall as a house big as the sun
The colour
of the shop that sells cheap radios.
And there sits she - no bed, no bread nor butter -
On a double yellow line where she can park anytime.
Old Lady Grey;
the feeling
Type of shit that burn yo house down
All this yellow on me all this yellow on me
All this yellow on me all this yellow on me
All this yellow on me
and my yellow nigga
That's me, ho'
Peace to all the MC’s in the house
And peace to all the haze nose all over the world
Yo E, I think I'm gettin'
explored the house
He traveled through antechambers
and galleries to emerge upon duplicate patios;
several times he emerged upon the same patio
He
I don't play to the gallery
I don't play to the gallery
I don't play
Yeah
I don't play to the gallery
I don't play
I don't play to the gallery
I
Broken pieces of the looking glass
Self-loathing blood stains floating around
An Eastern ghost smirking right behind
The gallery of my validated second
I'm in the club lookin' fresh, get up off me
I'm rockin' gallery, he shop at Target
Can't post you, cause these bitches be stalkin
That's your girl,
See this money come and it go for a while
I watched through my Cartier glasses
See this glock on me come with the Gallery’s
Rocking denim tears hold my
me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes
Show me what that new
In the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house
Gucci mane check it
Chopper on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had
When I was five or six, we were camping in the islands in July
The tall yellow grass and the rose hips fragrant
After sunset, island beyond island
Fine holiday 彼女が来る
My house
服を着るにも困らない
朝のモーニング
食べ食べ新聞読むんです
Friday night
ビール飲みぐちこぼし
モラル片手に Walking you!
モラル片手に Walking
透明な夜空はファンタスティック?
In the trap house, in the trap house
In the trap house, Gucci Mane, check it
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had
lights
When I was five or six, we were camping in the islands in July
The tall yellow grass and the rose hips fragrant after sunset. Island beyond island
ball in Gallery Department
Spent a nigga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yeah
that
As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space
If it was
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