Lyrics:
things I wish I had said
But it seems so unreal, like this fog in my head
Like this converstation
Just like this conversation
What about this converattion
conversation
No knocking at her door
There's no use in denying
Baby, I've been fooled by love, this way before
Why am I still crying?
There's no use left
don't want to say "I want you"
Even though I want you so much.
It's wrapped up in conversation,
It's whispered in a hush.
Though I'm frightened
From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying he was something to see
Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
crunk
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought
Why all the distance in existence
Join the resistance
Come on, let's start by talking tactics
With pepper-pots and matchsticks
Here's how we
When we're in a friendly situation
My conversation may not be smart
But if we're to have a perfect understanding
Let's call a heart a heart
it a day
Get the hell away
Go down the cafe
For a cup of real tea
By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
Who sells papers in the rush
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation with death
And the people are
Inhaling her sobs
And in
Everybody loves you and they want to know your story
You go riding out a mystery concealed in all your glory
But when it comes to flesh and bones
what we all say?
Sometimes I think back to the old days
In the pointless conversations with the old me
Yeah, back when my momma used to hold me
I
to you when Im so damn fine
Hey, and hey, got a bottle of Rose and the conversation is that alright!
(One look in your eyes)
I can see it, girl, youre
Dear momma's boy
I know you've had your butt licked by your mother
I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
by god full on the lips
I'm in the front row (I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries)
The front row with popcorn (One by one minute I want
Talk, More Talk. Chat, More Chat.
Words Of A Feather Are Worn In A Hat.
Talk, More Talk. Chat, More Chat. I'm Happy To Do It For You...
Developed
and file demeanor
Countless souls in unkind places
Wearing fixed and angry faces
I tell myself I don't belong
But I am a ghost in this prayer gone
Why do I just wither and forget all resistance
When you and your magic pass by
My hearts in a dither dear
When you're at a distance
But when you
Crouched by the fence, sweat dries cold on your every breath
Where's the saviour that the critics dream about now
He's telling jokes to all the saviours
conversation plenty big faces
It's a must I stay luxurious
Jewelry cut precision like I bust
Been winnin' since Funkdafied blew up
It's evident, shit I can't
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I can
There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent
These conversations with the dead
I used
Gentle stranger, you came into my life
When I was feelin' sad
And I looked up that day
To see your face shinin' in the sun
Your eyes were kind
the sun rises
And you gotta stay strong for the kids in their eyes and
Please don't despise and go against all brothers and
Have a hatred in your heart
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