Lyrics:
do a check up Sora too sick and I push it like I'm Pepa
So I open up the show storyteller with a dress up Brushes on my face say they wanna do a makeup
fall in love again.
Cold touch arrows piercing my skin
Felt tip brushes over my eyes
like spiders crawling up my arms
feeding off my imagination
like
Fuck your head up
In all type of ways
I know its visits I aint paid up
Couple dollars couple brushes
Send some prayers up
Til then man its free my niggaz
to do.
It is magic for me.
I don't know what to do.
Please tell me why?
When it's asleep, and
brushes teeth,
I'm crazy about you.
I want to meet you
persuasion
Warm and roasted
The gentle - wake me up
Brushes off a cold morning
All nestled here
In my coffee cup
There's romance about it
I could be doing
Me
Trying to see
The Painter brushes it away
And I know you'd say Sara that's
Okay just start again
Clung to my books they were the
Only way
That I
Are we nighttime lovers in the dawn are we gone
Home before the sun comes and brushes our soul
Learned about the pictures that hang from my walls
I see you dripping like them used brushes
This drunken artist is starving and he think you the munchies
So you gon' feed me or not?
You might like me
between
I love watching as the snow makes brushes out of trees
And swinging from the tops of my guarantees
I'm happy that the sky is blue and that
ain't comfortable as y'all, nah
I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law
My real niggas know (ah)
Only my real niggas know, yeah
We
clean air sandwiched in between
I love watching as the snow makes brushes out of trees
And swinging from the tops of my guarantees
I'm happy that
you wouldn’t believe me, but here we are and there it is
I can feel your presence, the cold hand brushes on my skin
I knew you wouldn’t believe me, no
dance with her to some brushes on a drum
A standup bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum
Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, how a man can be so
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that I'll find
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that I'll find
very interesting
His brushes with success were just an accident
No one likes New Hampshire Man
Broken-hearted old man of New Hampshire
Flower-sniffing
My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw
My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your
brushes off the leaves.
Love is reaching out one morning, trembling and green.
With the little that I know about bicycles,
With the little that I know
are brightenin'
Paint a new world
Moon sun and stars are risin'
I paint a new world
Magical brushes will lighten
A tame new world
Earth, wind,
unrequited
When she brushes off my woos
You are there to mend, my fluid friend
Thank you for it all dear booze
Drifting, flying, on a cloud of whiskey
And hold on to
And in my highest hopes
My brushes biggest strokes
A heavy stone that floats
All I see is you
With fear that won't let go
Tears that won't
Paper tulips on your eyelids
You say you don't wanna do this
Ooh, but you got so bored of brushes on a canvas
So you never leave with the same one
the brushes of the night canvas
The paints painted me to live the worst days of my life
One of them was when I met you at midnight
The Half Nights you dress me
house
And we don't let ourselves be disturbed, just live our lives
No interest in all problems today
And when the evening sun brushes the houses red again
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