Lyrics:
the city
I think my job is a gas
And I know it's good for me
To travel and get off my ass
But the very best part of each trip
Is the Golden Gate Bridge
the shortest way
By Manassas in the pleasant summer weather
But unfortunately ran on a Stonewall, foolish man
And had a "rocky journey" altogether
And he found
have some destination
That it ought to arrive at
But it is best understood by analogy with music
Music, as an art form is essentially playful
We say,
when your focus is less than sharp
and you’re casting shadows
on your own works of art
you try your best to regulate the light
as it travels by
but
drops ring,
in a chorus of wind!
Watch the clouds that travel with me,
far beyond oak trees.
Dragonflies soar,
by the calm lake shores.
Let your eyes
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
Hey, girl
The way you make me feel
I know your love is real
You satisfy my every want and need
Hey, boy
You're always on my mind
We need to spend
something
Flexing, we on a drive on our way to Texas
Best trip, when I'm with you, drives don't feel restless
French kiss, hands on your thigh so you know
its you
Every time a midnight blue Pontiac
Pulls into the parkin' lot
Believe it or not
I'm almost alright
I'm just about fine
I barely wanna
Bad news!
You made your way
You had your run
You had your day in the sun
You made your friends and one by one
Impressing with the things you
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
at you and I knew we were sealed
By a fate that has ways of providing
Yes, sometimes you get there in spite of the route
Losing track of your life
music
Rock and rap ama use it fuse it
But am not gon abuse too quick
Might get stop by the stupid blue pigs
Like a lot of man choosing stupid
Fights
cars
And glowing through countless bedroom curtains at night
That thirty k tone and that pale blue light saying
Dad knows best, yes this is the news
As I walk down the highway
All I do is sing a song
And a train that's passin' my way
Helps the rhythm move along
There is no doubt about the words
the King of the Mountain
A Blue Ridge business man
He's an independent contractor
A doin' the best that he can
Bought himself a camera down in
unshaken by tribulation and yield
Confidence and knowledge that God knows best
And trouble and sorrow, they are only a test
But without God testin' of our
the King of the Mountain
A Blue Ridge business man
He's an independent contractor
A doin' the best that he can
Bought himself a camera down in
shine
Oh I know
The best is yet to come
It just takes some time
So don't you cry
Everything Will be alright
It'll be alright
And like a stone
I'll be by
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
Let's travel far
To a new place
Undercover
Let's leave no trace
Yeah
Let's travel far
To a new place
Undercover
Let's leave no trace
Yeah
Going
I've been blinded by
Natural beauty
Your ability to shine
Far beyond
The big baby blue sky
I'm on a private island
On a cloud
Inside of my
of a sun at orion spur
This is what you see
Blue planet earth
Matter shaped to life
By code biology
To live, love, and die
Eternally
Beautiful world
The moments we share we will never forget
Trying to make the best out of each day.
We´ll travel the world as long as we can
Walking side by side all of the way
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