Lyrics:
less romantic
As you are in middle of manic
Don't you worry
Don't you hurry
Don't grieve in silence
And say "it is OK" instead
Of keeping it to yourself
Love you, daddy, and I know you know
You got a good thing going, papa, don't let go
'Cause there are ninety-seven men in this here town
Would give
make me feel like a wild child
Yeah, two times for the photo
Where the land man, I don't know
Revolution to the bone door
Underground styles,
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
of godless skies
framed in perfect symmetry
where the wild river runs
in the beating heat of wasted land
there we meet my ferryman,
and he's burning
pay me for shit
Hold up, chill out
My niggas in this bitch, and they wild
Fuck up, get shot
Ha ha, my niggas, man we mob
I'm the man, my young
for us
When it's cold like this, we get really close
And you make me giddy, just like a school girl
You put my hands in your pockets so you can keep
with you, I'm struggling
My heart yearns for the wild, dark uncovering
Solitude on your banks, in the flow
On my knees, I am drowning on dry land
you, all I get is wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
You remind me of a West Side Story
Wild, wild, wild thoughts
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
Wild, wild
Ruling the lands
Wild and free
Spirits of the mountain
Show me the way
Along hidden paths
And old roads abandoned
Guide me, oh wise ones
On this my quest
Awful things are happening in this world today
Infact, the words of an old hymn come to mind
Its an unfriendly world
Tragedies by land and sea,
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be
c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be
wild, run wild
We swam in the night after the lilies closed
It was spiritual
A fountain of youth, we spiked it with whiskey, though
I won't live too
never knock me
She said she want me in her fantasy
I told her she better stop it
I know this hoe ain't no fan of me
She don't even know a song
I play
in the garden and
helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all
of his work went down the drain
The land
The stagehands came for a drama that they never seen
This is evergreen
You can feel it in the balcony, the mezzanine
Tragedy, Agony, end scene
I emerge from
Oh, oh, oh
You don't know my wild side when I'm in the spotlight
You don't know my wild side when I'm in the spotlight
I be gettin' so high I damn
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
was Granada
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
Entranced by the beauty before me
Entranced by a land full of flowers
slit your throat
Head in a Glad bag buried up the road
Land of the lost, parts unknown
You might make it here but you won't make it home
Deep down south
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