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of
Sand-between-the-toes

There was a roaring in the sky
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out

When we got home, we

of gun smoke
Make sure my mural get put up right on Gull Road
Right by the car wash where I made a lot of bread
Tell Eastside Jimmy to put a crown on my

wings and rentals
Lord knows I been sinful
Still here after all I been through
Somehow, still here
Yo
Celebrate our wins, still standing here
The gull

should
Stop it 

Break into these walls in my head 
A ceiling full of doves and gulls 
A fresco painted with precision
This chapel stands wide and tall

peacock
I'm the gull stealing scraps by the docks
I thought I was autonomy
If you ask for my name
I'll sign in cryptic cursive
So you can never
Look me up

and I hear the waves
Crashing by my side
Seeing my girl so sweet and it feels alright
Holding me so tight

So that is where we're heading now
Forever

by the point of
This whale boat in my name
Call me Ishmael I'm the whaler
Viva sobriquet in my name
And that's all right with me
As the world looms

Too lost and confused

Couldn't find the light like it's not there
Sometimes we need another to help it appear
Somedays I find healing by shedding tears

Can you hear the gulls out there?
Can you touch the falling rain?
Can you meet me down at the waterline?

Dance with me upon the stars
Then we'll

the moat
Seemed that of a gull
The patrol reported little
There was nothing much to see
But the strong and silent castle
A symbol of the free.

The King's

541 til the day i go
When my time come man
Idk
Got a red bone hoe at my front porch
She pulled up in a truck with gull wing doors
Knowing my luck

the tide's charioteer
Lay the remains of your sun-bitten love on the beach
And we'll watch as the gulls pick the bones
And the headlines corrode in a vinegar

yeah I'm counting up some bank rolls
Hit my line if I go then we gonna pull up with the gang tho
Rolling gull wing doors racing to the Prada store

Don't

Fish, count em up
Reel em in, roll em up
With me Brodie from Marrakech in the lighthouse
Out getting loaded then start fucking some fish mouth
Gull keep

One we can't touch, if we did we can't know
Choke the peels gurgle, a harvest for gulls 
Spun martyrs in rust, kiss dirt and then grow
Sisyphus, boulder

sails carry me away
Starring at the storm over the wheel
Guided by love and it brought me here
Oh, Land Ho
Seek salvation for this sinking scow
Every

the gull
That only god would advise
He was short
Sharp grin
Face full of his sins
His demeanor, more leaner
Clothes straight from the cleaners
He was pure
I

cookies to the golden gulls
Lived in a mansion full of skulls
She liked me to put my X into her Y
She moved like a goddess floating by
The dead cat bounce

never look you in your eyes
When they step on the yard to keep the burner by their side
Cause it might pop off with some niggas they rubbed the wrong way

A flock of gulls behind cracked skulls
Their moans are caused by loans
That's what they thought
That's what you know
Take your gaze to the sky
Look

And I'd ride and glide and go so far
While it held me by

Headed for the fall
Down down down as I start to lose it all
Headed for the fall

You know my

Solely by God's saving Grace
So give thanks
And praise
To the guy that set you Straight
Here we go young Sitting Bull
I ate up all your Soldiers Now I'm

at first light

Full dark, the word has gone out
No one sleeps tonight

Daybreak
The sun seems to hesitate
Only the sound of gulls overhead
Squinting through

Swans are snoozing in their swan room.
Gulls are nesting on their sand dune.
Pipers resting by their lagoon.
My favorite season's when hibiscus bloom.