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and draining away

Moving strokes of snowflake silk
That lull you to sleep
The clouds in your mind
Become clear underwater skies
Internal visions loom like big

to get by
The leaves are falling in the meadow

Looking in the mirror it's so hard to see my face
Stuck in a daze
Image isn't clear or maybe I'm just

lungs and heads in space
Spin around and laugh and cry, let time pass us by
Teenage years are meant to waste
Uniforms of silk and lace
Will fall away

A low setting sun
In a Memphis sky
The clouds roll by
A shot silk tie
One shot rang
A still distant thunder
Amazing grace sang in tears
From one king

pearls)

Motiye madawa
(The Howdah is being)

Haunji re palauni 
(Decorated beautifully by pearls)

Galiye resamiye ri dor
(A silk-thread woven necklace

into something real real soft 
You prefer the lace, the satin, or the silk 
Cuz the pretty little bows 
They gon hang off your balls 
Look at you sitting

Why wonder in how
I love is sleep
Without you
Under the moonlight
I take in my time
I silk in get it word
Any to by my side

Why did you leave me

a kick stand i'm the right mannnnn
With the right plannnnn
I got a jacket made from a fuckin' silk oat
Got silk goats bob Hope
Rap Game Barbie bitches

pleasure runs through my veins
Like waves in the sea 

Your lips taste like honey
Your caresses are so soft
Like a silk scarf
Like a silk scarf 

Step by

darker
Than his nemesis black saviour
Beaten and bruised
Tortured and used by society
Still walked on
By but everybody got A-verge

We don't comprehend
We

Chorus 

I’m low key 
I’m low pro
Do my thang 
Incognito 
In my mode 
So, I stay in the flow 
Smoother than silk I finesse Indeed though


Verse

French, but I left my Future on her blouse, yeah
Connected like computers to a Mouse
I can show you how to move, just Take a trip to the south
Intrigued by

like silk, shining in the moonlight
Grooving all night, making the party ignite
Chin sloth, rollin' in with a chin so tight
Sexy in the moonlight, we

to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house 
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair

worth the deed
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses time and again
But if you never try,,, If you let the chance slide by
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses will not

the cycle of pain and recovery

We float on by
And when we land, we bite like a butterfly
Then we lift off
We are the empty worlds that are drifting by

Needles in her veins
She can't stand the pain
Voices in her head
She is almost dead
Time is passing by
She is forever my dear bride

Hope is like a daydream

Curtains are moved by the wind
Lost in a castle that’s made of words
I am locked in
Upstairs there’s a door
I hear a liquid noise
I look for water
I

Dead Flowers

Mick Jagger

Mean Old Man

2010

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope that you won't see me in my

shit, do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet (yeah), niggas bang but they don't slang 
I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee

to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night

Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little

Light skin ting she tall, skin on silk she soft
Heaven sent, sent by God
When I seen her young Nigga had to pause 
When I seen her young nigga had

Choppa got a ring
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Save by the bell, Choppa got a ring
Boom by the bing, let it sing

Pullin' up on my lane, that's my lane, I'm

And I'm just sitting here figuring it out
While you're in the puddle on floor by the liquor store
Trickling down
You got a hold on me
And it's plain