Lyrics:
among the fortunate few
Whose affections can make each other's hearts flutter?
It's a good thing
More Love in the World is a good thing
The more you
they are supposed to close themselves
Oh ist hard to teach an object to obey to the words that you say
Praise the door, for it is wide open, it only
The days getting late and the setting sun is cold
I grab my guitar and make my way down town
Set up my one stand and begin to play my songs
One by
research every sexual assault that was ignored by the police who thought better to avoid it
She could have had the life perfect tens are often handed but
to tears, betrayed by this self-immolation
This act is a charade, we forgot our lines
It's time to improvise, shred this useless script
Let's get a round
I'm broke sir I'm looking for your visionary nature
Addiction to this melody is patience
There's rawness in it and your eyes saw minutes and hours
God
Whose throne is most high
As a baby came to earth
To fill our souls with light
Of all the kings of earth
The One born that night
Came without
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
faces of tasteless racists
This is basic training for most black men
Whose hymns sound like summer nights south street freestyle cyphers
Where we spit
everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
on the helmet
Breastplate, Belt of Truth
Walking in cadence to His Word is how we do it
Break every chain, strongholds, obstacles
Our Father's overcome the world
Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to come
The crescent moon is freed
Elated Satan
The scimitar slash
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
you getting older
Baby, please don't frown, you know you my little soldier
My love is never gone ye, I'll be by your shoulder.
I've be fighting demons,
like, "Damn, this piece of music is genius"
And he said
"Well, like I said, it's this left-handed thing in the style of Bill Evans"
I said, "But Donny
Phone
Call you up
Call you up
I wish I had some self-control
But damn I don't
Is it just me
Lying awake at night
Is it just me?
Whose chest feels
When you say what about the wedding
Is that what you really mean
Was it that wedding on the aisle
Or a bed whose shoulders hold the weight
No wedding
a torment for a man
Whose beliefs are taken by the fear
Souls filled with total apathy
Hearts don't feel at all
Love is dead
Feel too much afraid
To live
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius
Knowing I'm sowing seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest
If I said "I mean it", I did it
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
and disgusted
Can't even kick a rhyme
About yourself properly listen man
I'll show you why you ain't topping me
Epitome of levelheadedness
Whose concern is how
now
Stay where you stand please
The plug is a hitmaker
The boi is an athlete
This is a goldmine
You diggin' my whole team
That is a 'never make it
oh
Woke up this morning
God damn I'm high
Guess it's my calling
To be born and fly
Hennies by my side
Ladies by my side
If I ever slip and fall
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