Lyrics:
Double check I got the mask, the gloves, the cutters, the lamp
Listen up, in and out do you understand?
Split to separate cars, you take the van we'll
here beyond imagination
Cracks this violent sea
A tribute to mortality
I was the lamp beside your bed
I was the diamond in your head
I am the fairytale
didn't matter wish they didn't matter
but i draw them every night in my head
i never slept good on your one person mattress
but i miss your broken lamp
Shooting stars upon a plastic moon
Shiver as one cold breath foggy and blue
Blue as we maniacs crowding round the street lamps
A little kid
contemplated
On how you'd make them scream
And in your head you've fed them meat
From two-thousand-and-three
Why don't you act? Why don't you carry it
When your girl is miserable
And there's not a thing that you can do
But you could fuel a spirit lamp with her daydreams
And it would burn all
the game
Sapien
(I never knew your names)
Head out for the storm, so severe
Weather the death zone
And know the animal
I am this thing that needs to be
All
I put some KG's on my chest, cold shower, feel lit like a lamp
I just gotta have a rant
It was me against the word since sixteen
Now I paint you
There were shadows in the bedroom
Where the light got thrown by the lamp on the nightstand
On your mother's side, after midnight, still
You can
Pallis?" they always ask
Could this feeling deep in me be the prophecy?
As a child I heard such wonderful stories
Of lamps, and the oracle, and holy
Careful in the kitchen
Says the man in red
He knows exactly where to hang his head
Someones in the bedroom
Playing with the lamp
Love is like her
Last night a moth came to my bed
And filled my tired weary head
With horrid tales of you.
I can't believe it's true.
But then the lamp shade smiled
wet.
And if you need the lights on
Don't get scared,
Take a walk to find a lamp post,
Dear, acquaint yourself with all that's living there.
There
Broke down and it's hard to relay
The emptiness of fate
Not knowing where to turn
Street lamps seem to guide the way
As if to a better place for now
You always loved the colors and the details, so here's mine: I snuck out down a dark 17th Street late last night. I took my little orange book lamp
no measurin we sickest
Yo Hyst is it the limit when it's all said
Revenge is full of trife shit the clips is full of bald heads
You'll like this nigga
the middle of the street
Then I pretend he is mine to keep
Cars are running fast on both sides
Of his head, his eyes say
Closer closer closer
I met him
at street value
The streets get a perspective
Of a street rep
And I’ll never be in debt with the streets
Cause of my street cred
I keep the heads posted
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