Lyrics:
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
on streets of red paint
Pursuing heads, call me Ichabod Crane
Leaving pain in your cranium like an ichiban gang
My brand symbol heated up with one character,
I've tried
At the hotel I met you for a drink
And after two or three you were all over me, all over me
Oh, and I know red's your favourite colour
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
square in Indonesia's 18
000 tiny islands
If your country's made of islands
Then a square you'll never be
There are loads of island nations
That are
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
time, come in rainbow
Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow
Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple
Repeat
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
weren't made in Taiwan or you know
Indonesia they were made in America
The family is the family
This oath is this oath
And I will die before I break it
and saltpetre. Scaling ladders raised and repulsed in turn, storms of razor tipped shafts exchanged by the combatants, isolated skirmishes raging upon
in love , Iʼm in love ,Iʼm in looove
Thereʼs just something special i love about your colour girl
Iʼm in love with your , Melanin
Iʼm in love , Iʼm in
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
officers watch over ya
I'll embrace the handicap of the colour of my skin
I'm wheatish, it's time for the reapin'
So ain't no other place I'd rather be in
Might've made it past the age of 3
But I also made the cut for the 1 in 3
And being just 1 of 3
Means I'm never fully free
There's always someone trying
early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper
part of the earth
I put my head back and she looks like a rockstar in rockstar shades on a plastic throne
3D Black upon a skyblue sky
Sharing our own
part of the earth
I put my head back and she looks like a rockstar in rockstar shades on a plastic throne
3D Black upon a skyblue sky
Sharing our own
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
the factory made
Out of a little doorway
At the end of a conveyor belt
In the centre of a ring of fire
Half the size of a postage stamp
Were a million
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