Lyrics:
You wouldn’t know it to look at me,
but I’m a superhero
I’ve got x-ray vision and everything
My frail frame belies my strength
I can lift
Seated in rows
Knees and eyes closed, I felt pretty
In the shoes and the dress
Confused by the rest, could he hear me?
Lydia wears a cross
Says
My brown eye's blue, from so much lovin, I'm gettin
Another lovin oven, one that makes me feel more like,
The woman trapped, so long inside
My body
thimbledicks and pube-less dweebs. You with the natural perm! The brown-toothed the bald-spotted bottle-glassed puds (Fucking Halfhead). Boneracked spazzes with
a kind a seismic shift
And up ahead the veil begins to lift
O herringbone
Tracks in the sky
And a kick with the pole
For a long glide
Following the Dog
fun
She's the moon and I'm the sun
The the sun
Five four
Three two one
She's the moon and I'm the sun
You feel me
Make my own luck
Trying to put a lift
the power that lifts me up
Leading me to the North Star
I'll be drinking from a golden cup
What's the purpose of me being here?
It's not what I need, is it
lift a glass and drink with me
It's a long way down it's a long way down
To the bottom of the sea!
So take it in whilе we're up above
Lеave not undone
to hydrate
Jake—
Looking especially annihilated
Lift the eyelid and the pupils all dilated
Sits up, vertical, merked
I ask him if he’s good?
I’m falling
through my door
It's a cool change coming
Into my life and I want more
Try not to fight it
Try not to resist
It is best if you let yourself
Get swept up by
the gas I'm gone
Mickey Thompson's clean
And the motor running strong
All the pretty girls
Wanna ride up high
Front seat slide over
Right by my side
Pass me
a genie
Well, baby make your wish
This the big shark, out the trenches
Fuck that little fish
I been working like a lift
Out the gutter, brick by brick
I be
could take my time 'cause it can't be late
It takes three minutes for me to get in your head
When you start to unravel all this shit that I said
It
themselves until they turn brown
They’ll live and die with little taste of freedom
In their pebbled dashed mausoleums
Our still born hopes are up in smoke
He ain't handsome, he ain't witty, he ain't cute
Lives in his mother's house, wears a brown suit
He works, gets paid twice a month
Tells
head straight
Too much going on, on the ground
Need to lift off, get my head up in the clouds
30,000 feet up in the air
30,000 feet up in the air
It’s so
don't make a sound
It's your boy Lace you know how I do
I vow to be the dick so the beat's waifu
I get wrapped up then I rap hard
I'm a raptor that spits
Okay, you back stab me
Bitch, I gave you my all
I'm in this black Caddy
I'm finna drive til I'm gone
I feel so damn saddened
Just by the way it
cheated, with all my boys, and I felt like givin' up
Why this life always so rough, all them nights , I was on my knees
Askin' God lift me up, with a prayer
The poor and simple fools
Equal under my presence
Lift up your head
Blessed in the womb that bare thee
Feed us with knowledge
Release us from atrocities
body
The poor and simple fools
Equal under my presence
Lift up your head
Blessed in the womb that bare thee
Feed us with knowledge
Release us
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon
the angels lift her up
My blood runs through her veins
Weighed down her colors shining,
Waves drown her crimson heart.
Inside her graven cell,
Rising
blocks up every time I write it
They soul get excited, my Aura ignited
Boy I’m too much for this shit, you know that jack
Rock the bumble bee Prada’s, big
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