Lyrics:
The bleeding, we deceive them
Fuel the life that fades
At the height of reason
We shouldn't live by your laws
Call the swarm
Feed them another false hope
I've been used by the useless
My whole body's covered in bruises
Consumed by the clueless
So full of lies and excuses
I've let you take enough
By any means necessary
Real men make money
Real men make money
Thought life was a joke
Thats until i turned twenty
Thats until i turned twenty
guitar.
Listen here for a taste of the album Love is a Painter by Mireille & Eddy Moust: PJJ, The Moon, The Roses and Phantasmagoria (Don't You forget
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
the purp is
Wit ya main bitch she forgotten
Where her skirt is
Heard my album drop and now
You kinda gettin' nervous
See I be goin' hard cause this is what I
explode
The bleeding, we deceive them
Fuel the lies, they try to hide the reason
We should live by a loss, call the swarm
Feed them another false hope
get me wrong about the bad love
I gotta have good love
True Love - yeah - true Love - Ohh
Ummm...
True Love
From the album "True Love"
Written
to the last molecule/
Strap you all in the front seat/So you all can see the pilots view/
Gas me up with the fighter fuel/no one has been better prior too/
can be
That's how I will love you, oh darling, endlessly
Darling, endlessly
Darling, endlessly
FADE
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These
The bleeding, we deceive them
Fuel the life that fades
At the height of reason
We shouldn't live by your laws
Call the swarm
Feed them another false hope
name into the sand
We’ll be washed away by bedtime
And forgotten by sunrise
The fire is slain by drops of rain
The trees around are multiplying
Fire fuel
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
images, tortured with pain
Repentance is the core
Remorse the fuel of reason
Sin greater than bearable
Pain is fatal in the heart.
Absolute
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
Depths of hell, dragon rise
Death in mind, smoking eyes
Malice gleam, deadly guise
Futile to hypothesize
Soul blackened by the dark arts
Strike
a juxtaposition
I've Had premonitions
That call for my demolition
But with the right fuel and tools then nothing will hinder me
I won't need to force this
I adore
Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need
Life on the edge is the bread which I feed
Standing alone, open for all to see
My tunnel vision for
night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it telling
Yonder
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
listening
This is "Who?"
An album by Jacob Howard
Goodbye
rejuvenation
Triple album project, detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and Berettas, part-time hostages at pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museum
whittled by straif season,
harnessed to the field whittled by straif season,
harnessed to the field whittled by straf season,
fuel for the spark.
The power
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