Lyrics:
towards the mountain tops
Spirals flash green glittering blitz never seen
By the eyes of the self pronounced clean
Through shining mists past
soul
A rebel armada - Kettering, Granada
It ain't my fault that I never grew up - I got bitten by your bug
And I still love rock 'n' roll, I still
already done
The style, the groove, the mix, the feeling
Staring up at the glass ceiling
Limited by these sentences
The only way I can tell my story
I'm
showers
Had to clean it off with the soap
Brodie keep it real staying solid
Promise never bend never fold
Mannie making money or music that's what he love
endlessly
Brain waves cut through crowds travelling
In close quarters where standing be
The standard seen
Lowers gradually
Not held by what’s on TV, but
Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously.
An ER trip, a doctor's slip, and you could share your pills with me.
Won't it feel so
Imma pull up on you girl
You know what you wanna do
I just wanna be with you tonight
You looking so cute girl
You look so amazing
I love it when you give
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
Stepped foot in the river
Ever since I've been washed clean
Filled with holy boldness
Flowing from the throne
Praise Jesus, hallelujah
I'm going home
Go up
Born alone, die alone
Bury me with all my poems
I'm going ghost, phantom of the opera
Bark is cheap, I got bite like cobras
I don't know what they
She like clean water, baby this Eska
She make a mess but I know she clean the rest up
Takin all requests
I call that bitch clexa
cnd I'm smokin pressure
we eat
Just to make it to lunches
What kind of navigator works off
Soley hunches
Ryan
Seacrest
What's your
Story
Ryan
Seacrest
Brought to you
By
I should've broke my wrist by the way I fucking iced it
Waking up every day too another crisis
No Uzi or Carti but I Left my ex girl Right Bitch
If
and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for
What you know eternally
Ten years running blind and aimlessly
Warming by the fires of bridges burning
Ten thousand peering eyes that can only see
Created to preserve private property
Norms, laws to keep capital control
Religions, ideologies
Claiming universal truths
Feel clean, feel true,
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
Skip off the back beat, yeah boy, that's what I want
You got the neutron bomb
Slip on the black sheet, scream that summoning song
White hot flash
always have to find our way back home?
Why do we all end up alone?
We gather no moss just like a rolling
What I say is what I mean,
No definition
to catch me by
I waited,
And I waited
And held my eye-locks wide
How dreams subside
The sweet virtue to know
What's best and what's right
Haunted me like
you working
Popping seals like they virgins
Wrapping that work up no turban
Broke niggas I am allergic
My nigga tell me what's your purpose
The bando be
shot,bitch by my side,
The weather ,yea she like, i just wanna pipe and im feeling alright
Going back n forth ,she gon back that ass up,I keep my dollars
really okay,
Just don't go drifting away
Don't give up on me
In the fashion of a dream
Well, you laid it out for me, so cold and clean
You were an ocean
Some days stand up
Fixed at attention
Some days race by too fast to mention
Those days I wonder if I'll ever get it right
Sleepwalking through my
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