Lyrics:
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
brother cannot do, God will do
I put my hope in the most high Jah
Take them one by one, take them one by one
Jah Jah say take them, take them one by one
I
Days fly it's a numb feeling
Wondering what's keeping me going
Out of touch my oil lamp not burning
Lukewarm never felt so freezing
So put your
Nah man I'm holding the crown
On my face there is no frown
I smile to hold it in
The pain is all around
The sound of fallen trees
No body to hear
teeming shore
Fuck you pay me
Now lift that lamp to the golden door
My father was beat by the R.I.P.D
For out running the law in a Ford model GT
Behind
the thing like in the video
And then I sigh
The bottle's lable is a mystery
And my body's triggers trig what they wouldn't trig
Quick search, click, and I
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
I will trust in you
I will trust in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I will trust in you
I will trust in you
My father takes me by the hand
And he calls me his
leave the lamp burning
In case you drop by
Time slips slowly away
I stand in the window
Well they all think I'm crazy
For waiting for you, for waiting for
The lunar bender apparates as the oil lamps lit alight
Red hot summer invited me out of nothing but spite
Through the bins back the alley where
I grew up as a peasant
In 17th century France
I'm not as diseased
Or quite as weak
As you think I am
Damp itchy skin
Putting oil in my lamp
Sneaking
smooth and calm and shit was like"
"Where's my bone, nigga?"
"Yo man, yo I'm doin' it God, I'm doin' it, man
I'm sayin', like, no, no, like back in like
the way that I'm groomed
Ha
Only god can judge me
Shit passing My judgement
Exhaling phantom in Spanish but we inhaling these dutches
My friend around
Lord and the pain healed
Been through so much now we on top
Trust in my faith and now we call shots
Remember the days they would call us squares but it's
all covered
One, two
Yah watching over you
Three, four
Refill the lamp with the oil
Five, six
Don't get thrown in the pit
Seven, eight
The trumpet blow
Break in half
What remains recognizable
For it only to vanish
In the smothering gaze
Of a dying lamp
On a busy street
And the cars drive by
Inhumane
Waiting in Jerusalem sat a righteous man
Waiting for a Messiah to take Israel's hand
Like waiting for rain in a land plagued by drought
All he had
I was in the black woods, not the bitter land
with my gut-string murmur and my oil lamp
He appeared— come shining—
like a blue shock of rain
depression
Killing my sins I'm not leaving a trace
Killing this beat then I'm leaving this place
Lamp full of oil come look at my vase
Don't understand ask
to Heaven
He coming soon and we ready whenever
Oil my lamp ima light the whole section
We in the game
We not running concessions
I just need grace
It's my
back up
Nike Airs comin' in by the Mack Truck
On all ten, got my motherfuckin' checks up, bitch
New style, new hairdo
New style, new hairdo
New
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