Lyrics:
the life that left me empty
Is a faded paradise
And the sun goes down so swiftly
But it takes so long to rise
I seen one too many sunsets
Without you by
that she goes
Sam and Evan, where oh where have you been, probably painting your nails
To those that were kicked, you bet your ass you aren't missed,
we can bear it all through
Christ the King
I'm talking all things
From nightmares to dreams
We have no reason to worry
Cause He's there on the scene
Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling,
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
giving life
It's a mental game but still be doing all right
I ain't left turned right on how I fight this fight
Bob n weaving Mohammed body I be Ali nice
great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're
the sun came up
She headed towards the coast
In Uncle Bob's truck
She ended things right there
She wrote it on her wall
Goodbyes can be a trip
I'll see you
It takes me by surprise
Lock me away inside
Take the key and throw it far behind
One look in your eyes
You’re a piece of paradise
You got me up all day
finally admitted that I am worse kind
They finally have changed all our lives and made it good
Democracy in it's best from years
And a red flag proudly
You all know the Bible
Is made of Testaments Old and New
You've been told it's just those two parts
Or only one, if you're a Jew
But what if I
(Sound's of Apocalypse - track lead in)
Look at the fire way down to the wire
The ones who aspire we knowin' it's been written fo' sure
steady
a woman who's made of the purest shit on earth
I can’t believe it
You’re my slice of paradise that treats me nicer than the sunshine
You make me a rich man
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]
It's early in the morning
And the birds are singing high in the sky
I'm watching the sun arise
For the first
getting bait when i cut Through the hood
New colon on made by bob Marley my fams from the west Indis
But i smoke like a yardie
Bubblegum cig and a bit
to call me in the night
My days repeat in tragedy
When you're not right next to me Have I made you my destiny?
I miss you by my side
So, why do you run
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I
Steve: Can't you understand? Can't you understand if I'm trying to get a fucking message through to ya, right?...I'd have still...it'd a been a lot worse.
Silky cream, perfect sheen
It's the answer to each one of all your dreams
Was it made, by a man
Or a gift flown in from a far, far away land
That
can't
Relax..
I ain't gon' stress it anymore I won't shed no tears
For half my life cats been tryin' to have my life
I been, blasted twice by
great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're
should relax
Cus one day it'll bite us in the ass
Time is running fast
We know how to get by
We know how to rely on each other
You're the luck of my
Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed
But now I'm different, somethin new today
I'm seein bright tunnels, bein My Life, crumbled before
Now I
I just ate a Thai Mango
It was fuego
Lotta people, I can't see right now
Hasta luego
Some thought it weh no way fi mi
I made one pronto
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