Lyrics:
One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singing
And then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning
There is nothing can
you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning
There's
the sky,
And laugh out loud as cars go by,
It's been so long since I have felt a light inside.
Now I'm free to jump,
I'm free to fall,
Free to let it roll
you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna wake up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and reach for the sky
Until that morning ain't nobody gonna
Every time you close your eyes,
I can see the light that you're hiding.
Like a shadow in the sky,
Of an eagle's wing when it's gliding.
Don't be
baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're going
To rise up singing
Then you'll spread
Your wings
And you'll take
To the sky
But till
from the sky
Like a cricket in the dark longing to sing
Or the humming flutter of a blackbird's wings
Like a firefly longing to light again
can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily
Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse
I'm a tripper man in a space of jam
Flying in the circus of a freakshow band
My ears are wings
They take me to my dreams
I close my eyes and I'm
of everything
Finalize, close your hands
And try to hold inside
At least a little bit of sand
The final lie
The worst you could believe in
Reset
Don't you cry
One of these mornin's your goin' to rise up singin'
Then you'll spread yo' wings an' fly to the sky
But till that mornin'
There's
sparking, live conscious, run in apartments
I take these dude as serious as I take Martin Lawrence
Never harness deepened darkness, little bit of air, I
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
the grind wit' it
She so mine wit' it
Marc Jacobs, she so fine wit' it
Put me on a little Tribe wit' it
It feel good, close your eyes wit' it
Look to the sky
the moon appeared
between the clouds
from behind the trees
with the stars.
it held me by the hand
and I grew a wing
Together we played
Together we
beavers
Drug dealers
Load of beaters in the latest beemers
My lifestyle scary like Jeepers Creepers
How many trapstars turned wing cleaners
Are we dream
so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.
Its about the bell tower,
step, believe The
Kid is blessed when you see that / I stay fresh in my
white Sneeks, Jeans & my white Tee / Tag around my
neck, wristbands labelled Nike
Keep it on the side, little girl in white
Keep it as the portrait of your pain
Keep it on the inside, a silhouette of time
Keep it in
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
it is, thinking, "What if?"
More space in the sky, rep yourself for your life
Can't get past his migraine
Couple seconds back, he would've been okay
to fight this fight
You keep on tellin' me you're not afraid of me
But I can tell by the way that you look at me
Always the little ones
With the fight in
world,
He just take you out the states.
Syrup by the crate, man I'm on my eighth,
It make me move slow so I'm a be a little late... Mula
[Chorus:]
Hey
shower brings.
Glassy eyes and flowers on the floor,
a waiting cab and memories
to give a little more.
Our words are unresolved,
they're trapped in
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