Lyrics:
Struggle day by day, try to see another way
Knowing in this concrete jungle you may be going under
Bro, listen up
You know we have to find a way to our
come back when I'm honored
4tunate yeah making dollars
Getting up there getting taller getting over what I was under getting over tomorrow
Get over
When the moon shines
The stars stare at us
Tales by moonlight
Moonlight
Body suicide
Suicide uh no
Your lips on mine Intoxicating
Patiently waiting
Push on the gas
Take off like Daytona
Smoke by my lonely
Ima real stoner
Fuckin it up
Im the best thought I told ya
Stay out them streets
cuz i
What time is it?
Hangin' by the backstage door, decked out like a queen
Your body's sayin' 21, but your face says 17
My intuition tells me, that
years my people raised cotton
Till granddaddy lost this land
Now we're scattered all over this end of the state
Gettin' by any way that we can
But
Gropin’ me up under tables
Uh
Goin’ down elevators
Yeah
Named em vibrator
Kisses right by the navel
Netflix no cable
Din din on the table
Named em
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
back I bailed
See, trying to express the future, sometimes language fails
And over this time I've learned
My life force is increased by knowing you
Loving you in silence, knowing that it's right
Under your gaze I ponder this love tonight
Unbothered by the chaos swirling 'round outside
In your
Ain’t nothing new under the sun
When will this cycle be over
I guess the more that we grow
Ain’t nothing new under the sun
Do we learn from
of the dogwood tree
Not the one where you told your name to me
Two hungry blackbirds land near by, ah ooh-oh
If I could be over you when the sky starts falling
or six
Feet under the ground
A lot of y'all try to match my wit's
End up collapsing like Elvis by the
Toilet trying to match my shit
The way I stack my
back
Over and over again
I can't listen to any rhyme or reason
There's no helping me if I can't help myself
I feel like I'm trapped by the devil
Broken Bottles Broken Bottles
My addictions broken
Broken Bottles
Used to be all over me
Now they breaking under me
Jesus came so we could be
too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
You're too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
the sun hangover
The sadness I've been under
Florida, my mind takes over
My mind takes over
Soon I'll be on my flight home
Wishing I didn't have to go
us Under
But once we stand up their Little game Will be over
Republicans versus Democrats
That's what they want
The public versus government
Yeah,
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes
we're stuck here fighting this feeling
You got me six feet under the deep end and I'm dying
Get me out of this war zone
'Cause I'm so sure
That it's over
drop of water flows.
And the years roll by, and you hold my hand, while the shadows stretch over the land.
Crumble and fall in my arms, and we'll
had a mean, mean sleep over you
And it hurts, hurts coming back to life
Lenny Kravitz & Cree Summer
I am lost to the longing
I am moulded by the memory
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