Lyrics:
forgiveness
There’s no cure for addiction
Lil shawty turn me savage
Now these others just my victims
It’s after hours now I’m heartless on the weekend
I’m
Is there a cure for sadness?
Is there a cure for me?
I don't let myself show love, that's my foreign policy
I been tryna stand up now a mothafucka be
Now I’m up I say
and I can conquer anything
at least for these few hours
I can hold your hand and smile
so let us brave the rain
and walk our city
guess I'm meant to be reflective of our real sense
Or lack thereof, we need a slap across the face
Cuz every act enacted by the magistrate is tactic
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
Part of the garden, her dark Eden
Fed blood by poisoned fronds
My heart hardened in her wet season
Treading mud in her slough of despond
But only now
prominent modern city envy
Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
see fit
They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself
It's golden hour somewhere
It's golden hour somewhere
It's golden hour somewhere
wings
With eyes everywhere looking outwards and inwards
Day and night they cried unceasingly
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God
And now I saw that he
Forgotten, covered by stones, without the cross, holy ground
Can't get upon my knees, trembling in agony
Like a lion locked up in a cage
Unleash your rage
man!
And the pale cure sharped cold bodies
Cold bodies, cold bodies!
Designed by God himself
God himself, God himself!
Drawing and sculpting we can
be able to be holy on your own
To be righteous, to be perfect
We will never meet that scale and it was never meant to
So if you're battling with low
coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly 'til you snort
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
to mention
Everything I haven't done
All my good intentions
this is my holy hour, this is my world on fire
This is my desperate play, this is where I am
an angel, holy,
I fell to the floor
Am I right?
Is she near me?
Tell me what it takes to hear me
I can't cry anymore
You're my miracle cure
And then
an angel, holy,
I fell to the floor
Am I right?
Is she near me?
Tell me what it takes to hear me
I can't cry anymore
You're my miracle cure
And then
an angel, holy,
I fell to the floor
Am I right?
Is she near me?
Tell me what it takes to hear me
I can't cry anymore
You're my miracle cure
And then
It was early morning
And I didn't feel great
But the sun was shining
At a quarter to eight
So I got up very slowly
And there by the door
STILL SO MUCH EVIL INSIDE THAT I NEED TO GET RID OF YEAH I NEED CURE
SO WHEN YOU ASK ME ABOUT HEAVEN OR HELL WHERE I AM GOING I SWEAR I'M NOT SURE
BUT I
Every moment's holy, baby
I've been waiting all my life
To waste my time on you
Take the long way home, tonight
Golden hour's afterglow
Fleetwood
of fury
Stalemate to recreate
Year after year
Enhancing the plague by thy holy principle of hate
There's no way out of this wasteland
Praying for
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
This warm bed always tempts me
"Hey stay back I've got more sleep right here for you"
I feel victimized by its mesmerizing comfort and stability
My
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