Lyrics:
I have a friend, he's mostly made of paint
And he wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out
of this world, I'm talkin' somewhere on Mars
People see me in public like they done just seen a star
But I ain't even made it yet, I'm praying by the grace
And how she sings that lullaby
Straight from her stone
Into the light alone
How come these foul accusations?
He made me save them from tears
Singing my
"You go bustin' your fist against a stone wall,
you're not usin' your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes
a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills
I been buyin' publishing and sellin' pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I been buyin'
the song, auntie clapping her hands
Momma singing along, I'm impatient I wanna leave
Can't let my Momma see I ain't listening to The Word
Not like I don't
dust out of his coonskin cap
He said, "Trust some of this, it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it'll help you really feel it"
By the time we
the same things
Sing songs karaoke copy bullshit
Break bones verbally with sticks and stones tactics
Fourth dimension, compact convention
Write rhymes
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
dust out of his coonskin cap
He said, "Trust some of this, it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it'll help you really feel it"
By the time we
they stones all wooden
That grease ball flopped wearin' that goofy ass jacket
Shoulda took that song I gave you fore I went and packed it
Rappin' bout
the tundra
Made a few hundred then i spend it on another
Lame shit
No sense
In what asking what can happen
When you play with devil shit you know them demons
for every job, you should get paid...
Look at the profit (prophet) you made
You more important than you think you are
You saved millions by just
How you just gone sit there and tell me about myself
Don't throw the first stone, baby ya made of glass yourself
Be careful with your words you know
Set free from surrounded
Set free Who you are
Tell loudly who you are
Who said its coming
Get ready to fight
Your heart made by stone
Cause your
Vicious ferocity for our cause
They must know by now of our drums beat
Step by step enter hallowed ground
Kill their king take our land.
We have the right
The syndicates, the banks, the bosses they all made us suffer,
We fought for freedom for ourselves, ourselves and mates of toil,
Australia's sons the wallaby
up cuz they all lie
Saying how they got my back, but they playin' with sharp knives
I'm used to it by now since it's happened so many times
I need me
this song
my tears go by
I am the one
under the stone
The pain in your bones
The sound of your moans
Into the dead of night
In the middle of the night
stones up to the top like I'm a mason
Like the president, I gon be known by the nation
Canada's finest moving like my name Drizzy Drake bitch
Came in this
grave
Thank God that stone was
rolled away
Lord, I confess I've been
the prodigal
Made for Your house, but I
walked my own roads
Then Jesus came
He tore
but
Use it as fuel even when trouble is home
But if the sticks and stones may break your bones
Remember, you are not alone
When you hear the flies are
and stones, break my bones, But now its fucking cold
Can I call you when it's 3 am, My heart became a-froze
Gal, I want you by my side, But I think it would be
liked together
Made a little song we could enjoy
I don't have problems, they can't scare me
I know that there coming, they know where I'll be
I don't
Discuss these on the songs made of stone by evanescence Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In