Lyrics:
at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not
I was fallin' off for a
Minute but I'm back now (yeah, I'm back)
Y'all been hatin' from the sideline, prayin'
That my time never come
Fade
girl if it could be you.
You've heard the last.
We're running out of time.
But wait just a minute there's one last line.
Now listen to this
Sometimes the minutes feel like walls, and they're caving in on me
The hours act like birds, and fly for the palm trees
If days were like the sky,
vivid, ain't it vivid
Awe, yeah
Ain't it different, ain't it different
Awe, yeah
Take a minute, take a minute
Awe, yeah
No wait a minute, wait a minute
nobody that proud, it's a fucking black cloud
That got people under the impression they can act wild
Word get around though, 'cause if you can pull
a mile a minute
Or in a state of constipated notions
Can't think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of stinky futures
Shitty memories
inside my chest
Going at a thousand beats per minute
Yeah you can feel it
In my eyes you can see it
Don't want to let go
No
I really mean it
Soy prisionero
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
"oh yes. welcome, welcome all. in the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
and we raced out
hardly said a word
I'd only seen you for a minute
but I was round in third
and we traded on our backgrounds
you mentioned I
tryna scramble up quotes
Me, I’m just scrabbling quotes, the word play like scrambling yolks,
Whip these words into a phantom or ghost
I’m waiting for
on your luck or simply
Want to hear the voice of our Heavenly Father
Call us now at 1-800-555-4747
For a small fee of a dollar per minute
You can change
bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
are coming one after another for me
I see the words, I hear the sound, going round in my head
But I know there's something out there, please tell me, is
yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah (wait a minute now)
Ooh yeah (only comes out now)
Hey, baby girl is so nocturnal
The fire in her eyes burning brighter than
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
One day, me no even talking to you
Next day, watch me call ya
One minute, you hit me
Then the next you want me put it on ya
I love it when we fight
bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called
long I've been waiting
For so long, for a love like this
And I was so sure, baby
I'd lost you for a minute but
There's the sweetest
Spring at my
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