Lyrics:
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
by
Murmuring in melody
Then-ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
A feeling not
Behold behold
The Son of Man is coming back again
Will He find the bride still faithful
Behold behold
The Son of Man is coming back again
Stay awake oh my
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls
A street that's paved with natural pearls
A wagon load of bonds
It feels a long time without seeing anyone
Just a few neighbours and my wife and my son
cnd the light that lives in my soul
Days go by
cnd
awake
Wondering if the pain will fucking go away
Will it ever end
Or will I draw the knife
To line my broken neck
Encumbered by this cold reality
Feeding
sing
He signed in blood along the dotted line by the silence
Here's the soul of your boy, like I promised, in this toy
Pull his strings and hear my
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls
A street that's paved with natural pearls
A wagon load of bonds
It was a little after four
Quite unaware of who I was...
Found myself wide awake and dead
Drowned in my sleep and with no breath...
A wiped-out face,
As a bastard son the world has rejected
Life betrays you on each step
On each body that faces you
On each soul that meets you
On each tomb that is
moan, I wail, I weep
Then over me
A calm sweeps
My soul resting
In a deep sleep
For God granted
The forgiveness I seek
By the blood of His Son
him off the road
Left him there on Biscayne, clothes stained with his brain
My soul shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
Arrangement's a closed casket
thoroughbreds, duckin the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile
Without you woman by my side,
I'm contemplatin' suicide.
Torn from all my pride.
Man tells me: "Son, that ain't the way,
Gonna make a deal with
[XXV. The origin of the Mayfair Witches]
[By the letters of Petyr Van A., 1638]
From that crazy night
I never forget my love
Before he pile
Devils wanna steal my soul
Devils wanna steal my soul
Devils wanna steal my soul
Devils wanna steal my soul
Devils wanna steal my soul
Devils
the doors, space ship, look like summer slam
My son got on the denver nuggets jeans, huh
There's no fucking way it don't mean shit to me bruh
Left his block
on my white Ewings
I'm out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm
Poised above, daggers agleam
My cloistered alcove, candles alight
Ice cold smile, eyes of fire
Insatiable thirst, soul unclean
I can't break free
never plateau
Oh, You rescued me
My mind's awake
My heart's alive
Revelation has come
My eyes have turned
To face the Son
Now, I know You're the Only One
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
and wounded
I can hear the cry of a million souls
That have been already marked by their deaths
While the laughs of satisfaction echo endlessly
Insanity,
Meet me at the moonlake
Take a bath and let your senses awake
Sear my lavender skin you're giving in
And show me how to be drowned in lust again
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