Lyrics:
a bad dream
Take me back to the ones i love
Bathing in the silver moonlight
Without a worry or a wish
My big belly full of fish
Lets go
It's alright
lacking.
Who is this Jesus? Why is he different?
You choose Messiahs by the sack full.
We need him crucified,
It's all you have to do.
We need him
here
and there
everywhere!
especially on this floor that I now stand.
How amazingly awesome is your plan
that cannot be thwarted by any man
No matter how
the Motts I knots by the chance
I rain dance I rain dance
But steppin' just a bit, I don't need another shadow
Makes makes is gonna be the new man's
make the cold steel ring, Lord what a swinger
Just listen to that cold steel ring
But the bad boss come up laughin' at John Henry
Said, "You full
name was Brenda
She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember
I said to my man, "Stop the jeep"
She's only seventeen but, yo, don't sleep
I
By the long way back
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Sandy, why
underway
On the by and by.
Ahead one third
Ahead two thirds
Full ahead flank
And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet
Amen.
Go shoot the moon,
comfortable
I fuck with super Sammy Blanco
And fuck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin' full
What are you fuckin crazy come
On it's Weezy baby
No
I am dancing with the devil got him swamped with sweat (hey)
Man the bars I spit are like a wave of death
The storm has come and this is not a waft
it's little that you might have
He's exploited the work
Of the labouring man
And while his belly expands
A great hunger came o'er the land
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
R.I.P., R
a new want from over there
You can drink a mint tea by the Red Sea
As you're living out whose fantasy
Yeah the sun the moon are both
Hitting the hood
my hands to myself
I don't think you're a belly full
You've been used too many times, I suppose
I won't be sitting back right now
Who's that man down
So Mike D what's up? Yo yauch what's up? Come on Mike let's
Tear it up hear no evil see no evil talking no bullshit so many
Damn people are so
By the long way back
Sandy, why can't we look the other way?
You're weightless, you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Sandy, why
by never get ahead
Dig that grave a little deeper so it's there when you're dead
Struggle your whole life and now you realize
You got a belly full
fantasy
Yeah the sun the moon are both
Hitting the hood and the heat's too hot to be cool
Yeah I'm sailing my bed to a better man school
And it's two in
overanalyzed
Is it true or bellies full of wine
If I'm a good man
Then why does it always seem
I've got my whole world
Ripping me at my seams
If I'm a good man
A shallow grave
With a big black cross
By a tall white house
To a place down south
We won't forget
To be stabbed in the back
By a man they met
In 88
too
where's my house full of youngsters
And where's that man, still telling me he loves me
while his hairline's receding
And his belly's growing
Once I
stay by the gate you are given
And remain in your place, for your season
And had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom
"Today, my mother killed me"
If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle
What else can be said, a vision quest with infrared
I'm
These words for you are all I have
Chicken scratch written on a matchbook pad
I'm a helpless man when I look at you
So I'll hide behind the words
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