Lyrics:
The mighty oak trees they're bowing low...thoughts aloft in a breeze
adrift in aisles of peace...far from this world of unease
Jesus show it all to me: those
First you gotta slide in soft
Then you gotta dig it down low
Then you got to hold it aloft
To get your quid pro quo
Listen to the sounds from
campaign
Numb the pain
There is comfort in the saddle and the earth is good and soft
Build a sail to catch the wind set my chariot aloft
I'm rounding
There is comfort in the saddle and the earth is good and soft
Build a sail to catch the wind set my chariot aloft
I'm rounding on the parapet
seeing things
But my eyes tell me it can't be
Can't be, then why's it look so real to me
Been low on water for days
Fear grows, and morale is reaching new
Cruisin' down along the coast of High Barbary
""Aloft there, aloft,"" our jolly boatswain cried...
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we
""Look ahead, look
Mmhmm
Rytis
Like this
Like this
Just want you know
Just want you know
Ill never let you go
Never let you go so
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low
We fold our hearts into paper boats
And we send them through the wood
Our curiosity aloft as we bid farewell for good
And there's nothing left for us
the game)
I'm in Saks goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin' AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
At my window
Watching the sun go
Hoping the stars know
It's time to shine
Daydreams
Aloft on dark wings
Soft as the sun streams
At days
While we froze down below
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low
If you love me
Won't you let me
While we froze down below
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low
If you love me
Won't you let me
'Exit to the left.'
They wander in and out,
I scream and shout.
Low on health, though,
But who said we're not afraid
That's all I'll ever be,
said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his check-out time would come so soon
But before his
said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his check-out time would come so soon
But before his
At my window
watching the sun go
hoping the stars know
it's time to shine
daydreams
aloft on dark wings
soft as the sun streams
at days decline
There was a time
All was lost
A slow, foreseeable crest
On horizon, aloft
We twitched
We prayed
For majestic intervention
It never came
There is no
don't play me like I'm soft
Them point twelves there if we popping off
Make a move, Imma send yo ass aloft
Tell God I say, "Thanks for everything"
Found
Downtown Atlanta we
Made the carter out the
Aloft
Head back to the city
Touchdown let em fly like
A moth
We can get 100 years for
This flock
Mm drug money
I used to bark a lot
Hella pissed off like a parking lot
So many ideas all held aloft
Banging and drumming on my pans and pots
Bam bong
Hole in my
It haunts me
I’m runnin’ like a vagrant but my path’s gone aloft
While stars drift enough apart to give way to muddy clouds
That obscure the shot I'm
were soft
every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped
baby never drunk a fucking Coors
My swag up to par like a golf course
Got yo baby mama hot boxing at the Aloft
Keep exclusive kicks
Can’t rock no Air
kept aloft by solar propellers and hydrogen sacks
Steel girders exposed like bones through broken arms
This is the closest to heaven any of them ever got
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