Lyrics:
Shootin' stars, gilded age
Yeah, just spill your dreams to me and we just hide away
You can stay if you believe
Just a leap of faith across a busy
Shootin' stars, gilded age
Yeah, just spill your dreams to me and we just hide away
You can stay if you believe
Just a leap of faith across a busy
a hole of desperate need
And no love in the world, not even Yours could satisfy me
That's when the troubles began, disasters came
One by one I nearly
You, me, and all the kings and queens
Buried in the junkyard,
And every time the herald Cherub sings
We rattle with the car parts
I was born
putting it on
A friend stopped by and said as quoted:
“I can't believe that we're here again
Have you forgotten the women, the drinking, the Blues
to win your heart.
I'd fight forever for you. I ache when we're apart.
I'm fighting for us. My heart is a soldier.
I'm killing myself. My heart is
on to their dreams like you have; it's so rare.
'Cause when we scintillate the sparks begin to fly,
And then it escalates; the ground goes flying by.
Then I
Hey borrow my mind
Oxygen relaxes, by the way we float
And talkin' invites you just to see a nose up close
It gives you what you need the most
of the woman I hate,
Then put on your clothes and go home
Just leave me alone
This bed was warmed by your shadow,
And my fingers still trace the lines
Draaisa msamelo ba robetse kaofela
Rollie don't tidy detect rick flair drip you can see by the flick of my wrist
I love my thotties like I love my granny
gettin' sued for five mil', fuck
Chris Paul to me bros, we alley-oopin' hoes
Red laser on the Glock, but this ain't Call of Duty though
Met her
a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
[Chorus]
You'll have to excuse me I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I been drunk since I
And thanks should be given
So every year that's what we do!
Thanks for giving me what I didn't want
On November eleven we tank all the veterans
For brace men
""Columns of safire Embroil me with ashes A creed from the kingdom A lie to confess With a head like the cruel and diseased As we climb to the edge
And still I wonder why no dreams come
Through for me in this life
All the love you offered me was not
Enough to ever set me free
I still recall all we hope
won't let you change my mind
now I'm gonna see this through
why am I still waiting
what holds me here
why am I still waiting
I'd be better with nothing
The more I'm in Rome the more that I'm me
The more I'm at home, the more that it's stress
The moral is, we be touring it best
I'm not the same old run
at the table with the mob I bet I have me a plate
Just keep it gangsta mane and then we'll be straight
It's real shit baby, uh, yeah
Just keep it gangsta
Let it rain, oh, let it rain
Let it rain on me
Come take my hand
We can walk to the light
And without fear
Can't see through the darkest night
commence tearing at my sanity
Vessels in my brain carry death until my birth
Come and die with me forever
Share insanity
Do you want to die?
[Chorus:]
We're the kids of the blazing sun!!
We've got the desert, got the sand, and our guns!
We love the whorehoppin, that ain't no lie...
You could
keep me going
Take a moment and listen
I ain't ever asked for help
Shit, we did this on our own
Now I'm seeing different
You gotta know when to risk it
that I'll be destroyed. Now picture me overseas medicated, but still, the settlement for all of we've survived sabotaged by guilt. So a nigga stress
cup
Show me that smile,
Take comfort in knowing we aren't on trial
Why should we play by the same old rules?
Since when do we follow what others do?
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