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Aim like I do this before, act like you knew now
Word to a jar of Nu-Nile, overtop where it loop 'round
Like, loop, wave, overtop, Nu-Nile
Meaning

sad she's like the weather her whole sky is blue and when the tears fall you see rainbows too you disappear from the face of earth the less you feel

Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,

do
But you got contacts baby and they sky blue
I miss them greens
Good like I need you in my diet
I'm fiendin', uh
Good like the sativa the top

Me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow

Gun battles, so many chains on the neck
Hands and feet, niggas say I'm Shaq
Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover
Hit

eyelids
Violets are blue, roses are red yeah well but then so is the violence ,
I see you hiding, I see the war that were constantly fighting
Me I'm just

Morning in Pearl Harbor
Sky is navy gray
The mighty Greeneville submarine
Already underway
Navy brass, sixteen guests
A hundred six in crew

Everything in perfect harmony
And as the stars fill the evening sky
Without us sensing, life is passing by

So if you want a solution, my friend (Allahumma,

like bonnie and claude
So stay close by as I dip my lowride
I got so much pride because your my lady
And unlike them other groupies who act all shady

Becalmed in the wake of the latest storm, swollen blue skies 
Not long before in a cardboard box I refused to die
Childish acts of repetition

in the mountain of sky
But master in the act of passing tide
I saw a glimpse of the other side

Where rhythms are not skewed
More of me in

what my eyes see
I shine so divinely 
It's blinding
Get by me
Im LT in 92
Still refining
Im finding im finely tuned
I dont mind the blues
Cuz i find

Sippin Cîroc and Sprite, ice with a couple limes
Party when the sun sets writing whilst the sun rise
Sydney skies got me riding on a wavey vibe

follow through
Follow your brush by the tune and feel the blues
On how they compliment each one another just like me and you
You're more like my Issa than

(So in love)
(More in love)

I just need you near me
With you, it's easier to get by
Like blue skies on a Sunday morning
I know that heavens

Hermés blue
Sky-like, I'm high like giraffe ass
Crack, hash, Re-Up, what y'all mad at?

This ain't nothing but candy from a baby
I sell that shit, got 'em

fields of golden corn
I've never walked by moonlight
Or risen up to see a new day dawn

I have never swum in pools of fire
Or sailed the seven seas
And I

color of an Aztec
Madness approach, real slow at a the snail speed
Sloth, all hail greed
Sinbad, seen all seven seas
By all means, do what you got

Fly Around

Polyester

2 Tha Left

2017

boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones

Killing Fountains

Fury in the Slaughterhouse

Pure Live!

1992

Seven days a week and the years pass by
In the land of the killing fountains
Where the black gold flows, where the desert wind blows

Nebraska

Shady View Terrace

Shady View Terrace/The Lawrence Arms [Split CD]

on the outside
Of these decaying walls
Your bitterness doesn't surprise me
As these pointless days go screaming by
Rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies
I

My inner monologue is writing
S.O.S on deserted islands
And there's no one out there to read the signs
Just distant oceans and great blue skies

From unspeakable acts of evil
Beauty and good, they can spring
While the tyrant sinks into personal hell
The hurt ones hearts can fly glide and sing