Lyrics:
got no
Band
Peeling off them hundreds off stacks that a hundred grand
My game so cold I stay froze like a snowman
Still believe in God when it hard
folded hands
So the world could see her golden weddin' band
Oh Lord she looks pretty in blue...
I have spent the night in silence by her side
Meditating on blues notes, as my mind, floats
Lotus flower
Nebula, rise out of the mud
Kissing through the earth
In search of God's love
Bloom, out
out the attic, blue magic cutting like a craftsman
Stay sharper than the road master
As the world spins shockwaves hunting like a shark
With no fin,
Electric god in my arms I see your flower
Electric god in my arms I see your flower
Call me a lotus the blue magic of potions
Pensively seeking
to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep
By the glow of that magic box big speaker
Stereo mastered
Thinking bout yo habits
Oh yo habits
You gon let em have it
He a savage
But yo life so tragic
Need some magic
Dreaming bout a palace
From your
Trangressions becoming virtues, in this tapestry of lies
With the snake oil blues...
It's trial by ordeal, the ends justify the means
It's a war for the mind in
you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick
like magic (just like magic)
I been workin' hard for the re-up (re-up)
I know you can tell by my latest fashion (my latest fashion)
Chasing blue
Sentenced to a hundred decades of exile
Powerful magic of chaos he delves
Not for the Mages of his Generation
Vengeance against the Young Gods
Baby's on the radio tonight
And I'm by his side
Catching waves out in the blue
I see it in his crystal eyes
I get lost inside the maze
Through
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
loud time
Thank God for the trying times
Out there is plenty bands
Left ear mo'gbo kan
Stack is what I'm about
Pile up is what I'm about
It's time for
My ghouls come marchin' one by one, horrah, horrah
Think I'm the one to play with? Well, hell nah, hell nah
Leave your ass back in the past, I say au
god knows, I didn't want to be alone
So I showered down--left my little room
And jumped in my car for protection from hostility
Well it ain't easy
Hmmmmm, it's about that time of the year anyway. Hahahaha!
Well! You despicable heathenistic civilictic god knows what else... mumbling jumbling oooh big
the booze and a bad cover band
And he'll give a long speech and say this was God's plan
And try not to cry but he will
Things dads do
Give you his old
to crunch
Lost his soul and hungry
By touching Franklin
...God ...
Aww shit I lost my mother fucking
Dope man dope man
Can he get a band
With the money in
His
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
can put out the flame
Of the blue hand of the roof on the coup all I got is bands man
Who got the change?
Who got the number to the nearly burned it
himself...
..has it all been made
by
the hands of God..
has it all been made
by
the hands of God
has it all been touched by the hands of God
are
I wonder why it's still so hard without you
Even now when I come shinin' through
I swear I think of you and God, I wish you knew
Somehow, Somehow
it
Stacking up bands till I get my hit
Been burning it up yeah they got me lit
The world is blue
Not talking bout ocean
Im talking bout mood
I felt
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