Lyrics:
Did you ask that man
On the corner for the time of day
Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say
"Dunno, here you go"
And hand you a fool's gold
the sun up, be ready to flee
Yo Lord, tell em where you be
Lord Tariq:
Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas
No love
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
it have to be?
Can I change the loop on the wild bride
Underneath? and her dreams
She finds out are shattered by life
And she hopes that somewhere
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
She had no mansion on a hillside.
She had castles in the sky.
She had no gold for inheritance.
She had time on her side.
And I heard her singing.
don't wear no armor on my chest
God bless my soul
having to get a 100 yrs. old
stable mind fool body control good as gold
sippin henj
yeah I'm sippin hen
In desert lands
Insanity's pawn
Out of control
Much too long I've been isolated
From my thoughts
Enclosed by the leader's spell
Bewildered
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
on losing my grip
But things ain't legit, my moms passed that it
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
pieces
And make ya death the sweetest
Punch a hole through ya cleavage
By the way how was Jesus
I hope you been baptized
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
[The Chief Magistrate - A Meeting Between the Condemned]
Blackened skies, dark harmonies
Sombre tunes, grey melodies
A throne of gold (platinized
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
Living in a place with time
Living in a place where reality is
Standing on a big broad line
Watching it all go by, ah,
But you're taking it all
the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you
Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather Ghouls nor satyr
Partakes goblets and gold fount
CHORUS
Years have I longed for pleasant times
From
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
all be alright
But ain't it funny how the fates work
I feel cheated by the turn
Still this love it hovers over us
And the lessons that we've
of [C]our great dem[G]ise
CHORUS:
There's a [C]changing pattern before us
And the past tells the story quite [G]well
By the [D]time we make it
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home
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