Lyrics:
at the hive, I swear that we be stinging niggas
ran it up on my own time
I did it by myself
Niggas say you needa find a bitch, that shit ain't never help
Bad
the other wilted women
Who lit candles by the river and talked to themselves out loud
On the way home in the bleary grey dark October fog
I swore I saw
October, 360 is what I see
Unload hallows on Halloween
Models swallow bottles and seeds
With the mafia in Alpha Romeo
Give them reasons to hate, hate to say
of something from above
These things won't be the Earth's end, it comes more gradual
Over myriads of years, and so much more vital
The thin blue line that is
On a blue antique night
In early October
His wavy brown hair
Stuck wet to his shoulder
And its click, click, click
Go the heels of his
I wrote "The Sky" in Arial
With 12-point font within
The little circle we had drawn
By the fence
In poster colours red and blue
The clouds we softly
want to stay
Instead, I'm walking away now
I want to look back oh so bad
But, brick by brick I'm slowly crumbling
I know that you're not looking back
I
saw 'em coming,
they passed me by without a glance
they kept going,
they held torches in their hands
blood-soaked blacktops
rain-softened concrete
Ruled by deep blue oceans
Moons and mountains are watching the constant motions
Reaching out to the sky
Soaring up ever high
Verdant groves, blooming
the light, blue paint looks like the sky. a true mirage is not make believe, palm trees by the meadow spring. The crest of the waves crash down.
I saw the man
down by the road
drowing his tears
in the mud and the blood
I said oh man
what is bother you
why do you feel so blue?
He said because
OF YEAR
AND TO TOP IT OFF SANTA'S NEVER BEEN BY HERE
ON THE FIRST DAY OF DECEMBER MAMA'S EYES WERE BLACK AND BLUE
THAT SEEMS TO HAPPEN EVERY TIME THE RENT
the fears
And as they grow, oh it starts to show
Pain in their hearts and watching her go
This is what becomes of the broken hearted
I always thought you
the fears
And as they grow, oh it starts to show
Pain in their hearts and watching her go
This is what becomes of the broken hearted
I always thought you
golden reign
It's fading softly, no shame in watching
The world go by, the world go by
In all of what is said
Of what's behind
And what's beneath
They
favorite thing is stuffing greens
I like the blues her pussy pink
She bus it open then i cheese
Bitch i stay paid i stay laid
Skate on the beat no cascade
She walks between the leaves
And sat on chilled October benches
You carve her features 'neath the trees
Her voice is woven in the breeze
And here I
the gray October fall
Dim thoughts of the future
Pull the shades back on the past
Spark my will to be inspired
By the time that went so fast
I have
the alcoholics
That pussy is probably Haunted
Don't know why
I still want it
Met her on a Saturday
In love with her by Sunday Morning
She a lil bitty
Down with
give you all my heart)
I Guess some win some lose
Can't take steps in too big shoes
As the worlds crumbling they be left Mumbling
Im out here showing
wondering
If the golden temple is standing or crumbling
Turned into dust to be blown by them three winds
I've got a real bad case of St. Augustine blues
And I
from the shell of a worm
I wonder how You give it wings
When green leaves burst into the colors of a flame
I wonder why October is time for the display
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