Lyrics:
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
A wrong call
Vexed warnings
Left wondering, what's important
The callous controller that watches the way
No craft
No calling
Slick dialects that lead
Life grows out there
No craft, could ever take me near
The stars a darkness so cold
This trail, a story untold
I could have known sooner
But this
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms
I labour
craft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then the elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go
Round and round I
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
craft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then the elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go
Round and round I
To ensure who was working
To ensured who was working would talk
They needed them to talk
1980
After the craft descended down into the trees
The men were
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
and gore
An atrocious addiction
Of which i crave more
Peel back skin exposing flesh and bone
My twisted craft will not go unknown
Sever sinew limbs begin
you cherish the plight
In a world of darkness, you bring light
Craft Your masterpiece
With eyes so bright
With wonders in the still of night
Where
in this pixelated world we roam,
Every night's a challenge
But we fight on our own.
Craft away under the starlight,
Can you hear the mobs creeping?
I
Heaven's craft, pure and grand,
In each corner of this land.
Nature's song, His love displayed,
In every scene, His hand portrayed.
Verse 2:
Flowers bloom
Take time on your craft
Get your bands up
Shawty honeys on deck
It's movie
No losing
Married to the game
Copped the wedding ring
You know we
I'm just filling plot holes
Jotting down the truths I find
While I'm asleep
I craft my headcanon
My pillow's never spoke to me
In such
Your doctorate degree from Telegram Academy
I don't care
To carefully craft the words, never mind the purpose that is served
I don't care at all
The universe crafts, and I hang in the balance
The universe crafts, and I hang in the balance
It's not the way you move
Just remember what to choose
wrath
True masters of the killing craft
You will feel our wrath
The age of destruction has began
Sinners await their court
An anger overflow inside
was there, all right
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be
Music is playing me well
So I ain't gonna be the one to go and find a new craft
I'm alright, if it ain't for you to find a new path
If you can't hack
Dreamed to death
Dreamed of breath
Black lucid craft
Victims, counterattack
Three righteous wraiths
Visions, artful astral paths
He takes his last
With my Craft Brew
With my Craft brew
Take my mind off a Bad news Sad news
Spicy Cashews, Spicy Cashews
Pop an edi
And I feel brand new, brand new
With
gotta hone your craft
To be the best
Version of yourself
It takes practice
To think positive
And anything you practice you'll get good at
I have no more
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