Lyrics:
I let too much in.
And the souls begin
We were
So much life i couldn’t win
I had life pursing sin
And life pursuing wind
We were forcing dreams
I can
I let too much in.
And the souls begin
We were
So much life i couldn’t win
I had life pursing sin
And life pursuing wind
We were forcing dreams
I can
I let too much in.
And the souls begin
We were
So much life i couldn’t win
I had life pursing sin
And life pursuing wind
We were forcing dreams
I can
Whoa, oh
Oh-oh, whoa, ohh
He can only hold her for so long
The lights are on, but no one's home
She's so vacant
Her soul is taken
He thinks,
and GS'ses
On the court niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our
I let too much in
And the souls begin
We were so much alive I couldn't win
I had life pursing sin
And life pursing when
And we were forcing
Whoa, oh
Oh-oh, whoa, ohh
He can only hold her for so long
The lights are on, but no one's home
She's so vacant
Her soul is taken
He thinks,
no guarantee for the refugee
The road out of Gaza
As plagued with lost souls buried in holes
By the border patrols
What claims we've give them
They
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
You are the feeling in my mind
That there is something more to life
You are the keeper of my soul
And there is something you should, you should know
Soul to soul, soul to soul, soul to soul, soul to soul, soul to soul, soul to soul
Say what!
Soul to soul, soul to soul, soul to soul, soul
The blind leading the blind it seems
The end will justify the means
Blinded by the blind
Relentless spirits
Wants your soul to burn
Plagued by death
You never
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
rhymes
I dig her fashion smash into my memory
And in the club shorty stays real into me
A humble dude and never will pretend to be
The type of artist
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, yeah
Come on, come on
Your soul will get taken like repo
Your pride will get thrown out just like a free throw
At the slightest touch from my soul
Tainted prophet in flesh
For all the plagued and lost
Dripping sin
Decision in stalemate
Dare to feel death at hand
Whole my lifetime I have searched
To way to live my life honestly and right
Finally I have found meaning of all
It's buried inside my soul
In
A mind plagued with madness
Thoughts bathed in bloodlust
In search of the one true darkness
Soul now wreathed in chaos
Horrid blood soaked
Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and gray
Look out on the summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows
performance of heart and soul
You can hear this great
Artist on Columbia Records
Her latest for Columbia is her
Album "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Listen to it
To the Ancients I come
Descended by my own soul
Deconstruction death
Ressurection in plagued flesh
You damned sinner
You unforgiven
You choosing
Bells are ringing
Soul of France
Bells are singing
Of romance
C'est tres jolie en Paris in the spring
Watching all the lovers walk along
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