Lyrics:
as you're hearin me
Rhythmic influence with a mental contact
Swing blue and sweat black
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it
Swing it..
[ VERSE 3: Laquan ]
Blood
says "hey it's me" and she cracks a smile
She tells him that she's getting by
And that it's only a matter of time
And the line goes quiet
They sat in
wife is Japanese
See her fingers dance with ease
Playing notes on the koto
Friends from Spain come by for tea
And they all play the guitar
Yes,
Hammering pulse pumps blood of fear
Gut centered dread
Now builds inside of me
Conceal the crime, is it worn on my
Face
To cross the border free
J. Varnadeau, W. Denton, C. Garret
Matthew 13:44-46, Philippians 3:7-8,
Psalm 73:25
She was drawn by the melody
sounding all through the city streets
and the straight way
Watch yah now, Pressure
That one yuh name
Make way 'cause a hurricane a pass
Me sorry for anything we come inna we path
Dem a go call we
this for anyone
Two gyal by my side we had a 3sum
Fucking with the money, that could get you gone
It's Cali when I'm smoking on some marijuana
Since
It’s 3 am these thoughts don't quit
Little talks up to the ceiling fan
And the feelings dance round with the shadows spin
Till I'm calling back
Kobe buzzer beatin' for three, fade away splashin'
Disaster, attack your life you tend to panic
I'da learn to dance over the water like Michael
me in a trance just by
The way you dance
I can't help it all I want is you
Bridge
Chorus
Boy I gotta get you out of my mind
I can't hide how I feel
[Verse 1]
I don't follow the news
They just add to my blues
Politicians and their big feets
Could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think all well
over by ya
And reciting what we be an implication of heart
I was stolen from a common curse it's the best dress that last
In a hyper 3 minute I will
Idaho
Before I reached Colorado I hit three feet of snow
Singing Lord, let the wind blow you know I’m so cold
Rock Springs to Cheyenne is a bad stretch
boxing, could've been wrestling, it could've been taekwondo didn't matter he was there 6 days a week
Same gym bag, same trainers on his feet
Worked
The tar in the streets starts to melt from the heat
And the sweat's runnin' down on my hair
I walked twenty miles, and I'm draggin' my feet
I'll
tonight
Another town, another bank to plunder
Another ville that's owned by the wrong man
The sheriff tried to put me six feet under
But now there's
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