Lyrics:
The wind at your back
The sun in your eyes
The dirt under feet
The soldier by your side
Across the raging sea
Over the desert sands
The sky is our
song
Okay y'all
I'm Coming Home
Finally home
Walked through the raging waters
Moses will honor me
I'd aught to be calling audibles on this odyssey
But my
out what life's about
Thinking like I'm made of stone
I spend hours distracted by these attractive things
Games and dirty dames be haunting my mentality
As one that for a wearily space has lain
Where the Aegan isle forgets the main
Lulled by the song of Circe and here wine
In gardens near the pale
and sharp breaths, lullabies, madrigals, folk or gondolier songs, and so on...”
“A series of disturbing lullabies handed over to you by a vocal sorcerer
I be Swerving away my mind go
I be dreamin' all day my eyes closed
Dont want you to leave
Just wanted to be
By your side so I drive slow
Wont let it
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day
Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away
Lying in the shade underneath the trees
Goodness how
in Georgia, but there's an ice rink by the mall
No matter where you come from, if you've got love you've got it all
And it's finally Christmas
me of that song by James Blunt
(Damn right)
Please don't look me in my eyes
Just to tell me that I'm fucking high
My baby don't be a hater
My plug got
Greetings greetings all
I'm watching England right now so I wanna say ello governor
My mama told me not to cuss on this song so I shall not say one
hold my thoughts this Is misleading
Surrender, there Is no treaty. Throat gets tighter (stop breathing)
Alone and prone By phone screaming, crying In
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our taillights in the night
Eight hundread miles to El Paso from the state line
And we
a protagonist lost in the words of his song,
Opaque little figures, they dance in their lines,
To an ignorant bliss of their own design,
The lesser of evils is
felt
so fucking kafka-esque
music music music
music music music
holed up in the hills
hidden by the chills
not a sound around
in heads are Georgia's
I can tell
By the way she looks at him
She doesn't want me, she never did
All of our heartstrings have been cut
Wanted to let go, Enough is Enough
mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia
Oh, what, that's my fault now?
Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? (okay)
I held yo' ass down
You
play my songs hours on end
Up and down the Belt Line
Doing what you love is the
Georgia state of mind
Sounds like a dream comin' true but
Can I call it
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
Poor old Georgia Lee
Lord knows she can't see
She's been blinded by
All the lies she believes
Many a time I've tried
Changing her mind
But that's not
that double barrel twelve gauge
To me, nothin' sweeter than a Georgia peach
Playin' air guitar to a song I sang, a song I sang
Talkin' 'bout
That
Skip the average song
Confronts anyone
Some lonesome
Bong toker
And a pawnbroker
With the palms open
At his desk choking
Paying less for this
Then
I see a boy in white
He's running out of time
He hardly speaks
What an odyssey?
You hear them call your name
The music that you play
Addicted to this
stead through space
To keep him company
So carry on little rover opportunity await's
Though your song may be over
May your music never fade
That you've
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