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wrapped inside my hand
The memories of what we had go passing by
I hope we'll never say goodbye
I been blue for so long
Day dreaming of you in my arms
I've

only twenty-seven

Our hometown hero's in the news today
The flags are flying at half mast
We buried you on a clear blue All Saints Day
To the lonesome

black and blue
(Hands up, don't shoot)
And they said stop resisting
(Hands up, don't shoot)
And they said stop resisting
(Hands up, don't shoot)

Zone 6 (yeah)
Mountain Park, yeah, the red brick and the blue brick
From Sun Valley (huh?) to Leila Valley
Was selling bags by the pound like it's

fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch

I just go hard for my team
Ballmain jacket, blue jeans
Loui bottoms for my brothers
By my side and my dreams, yeah
Nah, and don't act like you know me

will you come back to me someday
I'm sorry if I made it worse
I'm sorry if this song sounds like a curse
I'm sorry if I showed up out of the blue

fear had become my go-to, where the Father of Heaven was actually supposed to be. I felt dead.
One day I woke up by a voice gently whispering to my

and the bruises on her knees,
You would swear she'd fought with buccaneers on all the seven seas.
For its up the stairs and down the stairs and in the room and out.

Bright Fire

Fleetwood Mac

Penguin

1973

Don't let waters of caution remove you
Don't let the fire of saints compel
Don't let the lack of their spirit blind your life
'Cause soon it's all

Let me tell y’all what this must be
A couple keys wrapped under
The Christmas tree
A few pan handling, black Mandarins
One off a Candler

under needle-encrusted branches
Pine cave lit up by an amber hue from the leaves that we both get high to
No, there'll be better days, my baby
There'll be

Naw I ain’t a saint
Not gonna play by your rules ain’t the saint
Outta my mind
You could call that insane
Suicide doors stunted on the fifth plane
LSD

Tryna chase that feeling, replace bad feelings
With days wrapped up in the moments like this
Tryna chase that feeling, erase those ceilings
Inside I'm

Any mountain, I will climb it
Like the weather to get better and improve
You saint lose and get the blues
Who is you
It don't even matter, bitch, I'm

I am losing
Control when  speak to you
Just know that I'M turning blue
I'm suffocating
My words are Wrapped around my neck
I don't know where i'm

blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind

King of Kings [Bonus Track]

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

spite headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)
The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up
Crucified with my

can ride that cowgirl, you can ride that surfboard
Up in it for so long I pay rent like a landlord
My fragrance by Versace, hers by Chanel
Baby got

niggas might just throw em up
Keep 'em close nigga better keep them blues folded up
(Saint Lo)

We gon slide
Tonight
We gon ride
We might
Tell them niggas

the saint
I'm counting days
That little foreign got a lotta shit to say
How I was born bitch we are not the same
I notice who lies
Who fucks up and who rides

the night
See them and fuck up they life
Send them the funk if they like
Then come and send them wrapped up in the trunk and they like
Couple bands in

like a saint, by your own description
And you buying up the drinks on your own prescription
When I tell it like it is, then your tone is switching

Come Back to Me

Yves Montand

On a Clear Day You Can See Forever [Original Soundtrack Recording]

1970

Scream and yell till i'm blue
Curse your soul when will you come back to me?
Have you gone to the moon or the corner saloon
At your rack, at your room