Lyrics:
Will this all be over soon?
I've got a mind full of scars
And in a sky full of stars
All I see is but a thought to who we are
Take me back to how it was
leader going under the knife
World leader going under the knife
Stage four
Stage two
Stage three
Stage four
Stage two
Stage three
We go to Sweden
Old candy empty bottles
Got 3 crumpled up lil' dollars
Let's keep the pilot set on auto
Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Head on straight I'm sober think I'll
to distract from the main action... are you serious
Under these circumstances
Open your eyes and face this
Tear down the wall, with the wrecking ball, and take
setting cities ablaze
Scribing Stories full of plenty of pain
Spill my blood to the pad
Writing my life while I empty my veins
Take my message 'round
falls from the skies
To settle upon each and everyone's back
Chimney sweeps take to the streets
In the ongoing situation
Pages freeze upon your
flashing money, just to get some clout
Having kids by some bitches that they wouldn't even kiss in the mouth
Walked outside, saw the sun in the sky
leave me alone
I hear the flick of the flash, paparazzi at my home
I wonder how many shots I can take of the patron
On an empty stomach so it's going
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
to the brain motherfucker the fate
Get my point across
And I cross the line with innocence and a sense of time
(Reach for the sky)
This story is mine
Toy like
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
Well, let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god
“soon his flame will got a blow”
But I will write and sign in the sky
“I’m renewing rock and roll”
Written by Saulo Ol. S.
Under an endless sky
But a blood moon was comin’
And 4 people would die
The Devil had been interviewin’
And had finally made his pick
He chose two
Of the tongues of our brothers
We sweep them under rugs, into gutters
Sky-scrapers to the slums and the suburbs
Take it from the tongues of the unheard that
Some
All ma life
All ma life
Tryna find the shade
Under lights
I'm lucky
Game did me nice
Let me roll the dice
Not just once but twice
Me I'm winning
They
tell my mama keep the rest
Money saved away for the day I lay to rest
Freemasons want me dead tuck a bullet in my chest
Before they take me under
Under
by some hot shells?
Imagine being tossed around and put in jails
Imagine life when you can't get from under
Imagine niggaz at ya when you done fo'
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately
Don't
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
Born under a south Kentucky sky
He'd come west to Mexico to fight 1842 at Mier
The gutters filled with blood and fear
Barely made it back
the highest heights
Maybe when we get there we could fly
You could be the equal by my side
Blue, blue, blue, sky, sky
Floating on cloud nine
Take me higher
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