Lyrics:
a home we built ourselves
Way up in the mountains high
And we lived happy there, just you and I
On a river of dreams
There's no need to worry now
the blonde by the bar
Just gave him a wink
And the words he spoke
Left me in disbelief
He said,
"Smoke whatever you've got left,
It's getting late
And the of God to stand up, to stand up
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was
down
Is by an English riverside
I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know
I traced the shorelines
Moscow, followed by English and French speech.
("The recording was made at the Moscow Theatre of Musical Miniatures.")
Now, back to modern times.
YOUR
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
slams on rough-hewn log
And a voice from somewhere scolds a barking dog
I remember a bleak-eyed prisoner
In the Stoney Mountain life-suspension home
yo' time!
Evil prince:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin
repeat
Everyday it's all the same
Locked in this cage that we call home
Lost in the shadows because we're
Guided by the false light that harbors hatred in
to survive
No hope at all
Womb to tomb live their lives in the grave
Stripped of spirits they are damned and depraved
My brother the modern day slave
Womb
The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method
In a New York taxi cab with an English man
I've never been kissed like that
So come on, kiss me again
And I felt your heartbeat
Driving down
timid and hesitant as she stumbled
Through a sentence in English
At the cash register
A Winnie the Pooh journal these are the
Things I remember when I
you saw, see all you can see,
As you get fucked by your own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I'm speaking
know i gonna go home with the lona(canvas from spanish)
yo
Say
say my my name
gonna talk 'bout the game
Beats I feel lane
But you know I'm seaping in
I'm
Brought into the world t a broken home
Left by himself, he had nowhere to go
Man of the house since a very young age
Worked for himself, day after
take a break
I need home-cooking enchiladas with steak
And abuelita coming through with every kind of cake
I have a meal, take a drink, and live another
We'll gather lilacs in the spring again
And walk together down an English lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once
And walk together down an English lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once more
And in the evening by the firelight's glow
Hook
Love me like Malcom love me like martin I got the same intensions I’m just a modern day poet with visions of changing the world I got visions
power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol
modern day slaves
And everybody's just walking around
Head in the clouds, we won't awake until we're dead in the grave
By then it's too late, we need
Lost in a haze
Those who dream by day
Are aware of the things that escape their dreams
Here I soar
See that silver cord
As I sail away from my
heart
By writing this song about her
Sometimes I sit at home and
Wonder if she's sitting at home
Thinking of me and wondering if I'm
Sitting
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