Lyrics:
I should have left a note before I left home
Return of the intellectual
Vessel to level the metronome
Using lows as stepping stones
For setting goals
on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
So the years spin by
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
the tempo
And outrun Boreas
Each and every second
We are rowing harder
Not showing we’re threatened
By the whirlpool’s mutter.
We don’t ask the goddess
everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin'
Bane from it, I came from it
I'm raised by it, I'm
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
'Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes
Resting by my fire. Looking deep into it's flames.
My mind must have been somewhere else
Far beyond these plains.
I am suddenly aware of a pair
Oil Beatz oil Beatz
Naah kurwa, to jest swag
A nie kurwa, jak ty się ubierzesz w
Jakieś ciuchy dla skejtów
Kurwa, jakąś bluze z przecenu se kupisz
lives are
Driven by these men?
Now that oil is worthless
And toilet roll pure gold
Maybe we can wipe away
The shit that we've been sold
Nurses now are
for this dream to be over
Should we really say goodbye
Our last call you said you'd be home in ten days
And how I prayed for you to return home and say
devils burn, think about it
Til a Brother returns, to Zod
[Professor X]
I have come like a priest in (?) skin
Having crossed the Nile by boat
Having come
Bitches wont get my off willy
She slopping that thang
Until she cant breath 2x
I call her name if i want my (meat beat) 2x
She still going but im
the bell toll from Darfur onto Syria
Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya
Egypt, Ethiopia
And those slain for oil & opium
These bitches ain't got no soles
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
never to return
There was so much I had to learn
All alone, without you in my life
And so here we are again on December ten
And I still miss you
There
don't forget a day
Fall down on my knees wishing for your return
And oh, how I hurt
'Cause I (oh, I) oh, I (oh, I)
(Miss you) I miss you, baby
(Miss you)
found, please return to this address"
(How did you see it?) Nigga, with my X-ray eye set!
Like "Pchoww", I jetted to the closest phone-booth
Quick
know I’m beastin' i say
They love the shit they like it
When it’s nasty they excited
Get possessed by my spirit and
They ain’t tryna fight it
Leave
we both had
Against the inner voice
I guess some people never learn
They drive the story to a point of no return
You wanted more than your
He was walking alone on a railway track[00:40.78]In his trembling hand carrying a small oil lamp[00:47.20]Filled up with beer he felt so
Yeah
Rain all day, prepare the mop water
Can tell they don't care to stop slaughter
By the pay, the paper trail follow
Most priorities don't reach
broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with
So I gathered my possessions and at nightfall, slipped away
I had wearied of this toil on stony ground
Ten summers had I spent in cutting wood
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