Lyrics:
Because of them
I thought of pyramids overturned
Of Pharaoh hanging by the feet
His body smeared - then my love drew me down
To conclude what I had begun
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next
are repeated over and over and over
Oh it seems like I will never be sober
(Get up, pack it in, I get high, I love gettin' high, I'mma get high
should sit by and watch you kill my friends
And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you never end
Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I think I
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
TV didn't have cable (oh)
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable (oh)
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels (go)
I just drive
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
I prefer the river
The ocean is too big a body to understand
Go to where it narrows
Bring your bow and arrow
Meet me out on the land
White
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
a way
If one can learn to live with no tomorrow's trust your heart and all that follows
Love will find a way
We are but one great soul of a cosmic whole
Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Stepping through a mirror
I heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These are nothing but regrets
This burning
Forgive me Father
show me your unfailing love
There is no other
have Mercy on your wayward son
From grace I fell
opened up my eyes in hell
brimstone
cannot endure
When His Light is shining pure
The man of sin will pass away from His brightness one great day
Then all will be cleansed by His own power
can't fight this flame we burning
What ever happened to free love?
I wanna know, I wanna know
What ever happened to free love?
What's a world where
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
I love this game
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast life of a MC
And I
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
wreckage
That I've come to love so well
Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
And smile hello to the air
O the new children dance -- I am young
All around the balloons -- I will live
Swaying by chance -- I am strong
To the breeze
Come with me, run with me, try to escape
We love, not hate, now can you relate?
Burning me inside, with the pain of never knowing
Can't explain why
guess
I had a gift, Hawaiian so potent zoning off bong rips
I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift
My boss was an enterprising white kid,
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