Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
again
And I'll sing you this song
My ocean queen
La de dadi da da
La de da da
You're my ocean queen
La de dadi da da
La de da da
My ocean queen
My ocean
Queen of Hearts Music and Lyrics by: Sean Oliu
Well I told my friends don't let me out of your sight
‘Cause there's a crazy man on the loose
The tongue has prophet power
What you love the most I will devour
I'm so dirty, so trash
But I'm still a queen after I crash (ah ah oh)
I'm so dirty, so trash
the back they want me to bag that
They wanna keep shit simple by making the song bad
They wanna promote drugs put kids on the wrong track
Im making them all
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking
All containing
On the flipside of reality, I found it there
A place of gods and prophets, realms beyond compare
From Sontenan to Petrichor
The Vultan Peaks
from Pros and the Beginners
The ones that make you listen or skip Through your songs til the ending
Pro is prefix in Prophet, no need for Explanation
Its
be young but we're still royalty
How about I'm king and you're my queen
And we keeping striving on
And we keep singing songs
Day after day
Night after
In Genesis, He's the breath of life.
In Exodus, the passover lamb.
In Leviticus, He's our high priest.
Numbers, fire by night.
Deuteronomy, He's
I dreamed there was a magic song I played for the queen 'neath the golden throne
My heart flowed through my broken voice to her
The queen did smile
horn
Start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
What good's permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is
horn
Start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
What good's permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away?
Life is
horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom to wipe every smile away
Life is
a horn, Start celebrating;
Right this way, Your table's waiting.
What good's permitting Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is
the lions let go
E is for Elijah, up to heaven he went
F for the furnace where Shadrach was sent
G for Goliath, by a boy he was slain
H is for Hannah who
misperceived by some heads of state.
Hey, that's great
'Cause I talk to a prophet who tells me the truth
And I dine with a king at my home in Duluth
Better yet
him sing
His song a gift, paid by the rich
He sings his song, later on his bitch
New age sweet queen, she loves to play
The wait is patient, common love
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
it's a war song
(But it's a war song)
They said its Jesus Christ
It's a lie
(They are ammotia prophets)
It sounds like love song
(When they prophesy in
Old pirates, yes, they rob I,
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By
ld pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By
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