Lyrics:
world
I know a way to where you'll feel immune
Underneath a distant moon
Memories mingle with dreams
Like old newspapers in the wind
Sometimes they
the driver seat.
Good God! Am I gonna die?
Just another picture missing from the newspaper.
See you later.
Turn the funky radio up.
Turn that radio up
of Satan
I got my shotgun cocked
Newspapers and revelations
Every bullet is a story
They keep it glorified
The media's the target
And now they gots
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Soul to soul
Nu flavor
(oooooohh, ohhhhhh
Soul to soul
Ooooohhhh) soul to soul
Piece of newspaper, at my feet
We go blowing down the street
Got our
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
about it)
(Like I do, I said ya' name boy, I said it)
Uptown section of the newspaper
Downtown as well
T-bone on the track
We raising hell
You got
newspaper, looking at the front page
"A Drive-By At Three In The Morning
Kills One", at the same party that I felt the warning
That coulda been me or my homies
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
was the heroin that did it
Newspapers say it was the fame
I say it was the shotgun what's the difference
There won't be another album
Shame
on what they call the flame
Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown
Where they got that old newspaper frame
But the rain on the roof sounds so
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
There’s no good in all of us
Some places grass won’t grow
We try to fill our empty space with newspaper and silicone
Mama collect the rope
The laurel
You dey bench I'm the skipper
You newspaper, I'm the scripture
Levels dey between a palm wine tapper and a champagne sipper
I can never even imagine
Reads magazines newspapers, commercials, everything is insignificant,
Of course the truth is out,
but in a sea of lies is almost impossible to find.
what his parents
Would never find right
Dad at his age
Had his newspaper rage
Never leaving a page
Out of his sight
Mother was cooking
Always good
see me
Topping the chart in the newspaper
Eugene and Mayorkun ebiem
Tell the world they are on radio
I'm the rockstar from Ghana
Yeah they know my name
missing I snapped
And now the newspaper reads 100 dead in the Dino Slashin
Too much havoc detracted what I thought was magic
My loss is so tragic i want
to the father's death. She recognized the car from the newspaper she read. Closure was never an option. For the vows that she read, regret sinks its teeth in.
But
In the morning no newspapers, just a wave to my favorite neighbors
Phone lights up, I'mma get to it later
My body's waking up like fading in faders
yesterday
I read in the newspaper
"Annisette shot down
Before her home last night"
And suddenly today
I received a letter
Saying:
"Tell a very good lie
a newspaper again
If you only knew the price
You’d knew who to blame
Way too much words wasted
Love you can copy and paste it
A sign from above you’ll taste
I'll fuck a swat raid up
Fuck a whole brigade up
Master orator
She curvy like gyn or tomb raider
She could curve me but choose later
Newspaper some new
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