Lyrics:
Come gather round children and listen now to me
I’ll tell you a story though some will not believe
Lay still, lay quiet in your linens of white
against those heavy skies
Barbwire in a black and white shot
Like an image of perpetual pain
That ties me down knot by knot
Hard against my naked skin
There's a heart shaped moon in the
Sky and the stars are amazin'
Oh, shit- something 'bout your
Scars got me gazin'
Let's hop up in the car like
Hurray boys, Hurray, for the Sirius boys Hurray
Her figurehead a small white dog that held a shining star
The brightest star in all the skies, the Day
I stand and handle one more?
I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heavens door?
Now I loaded up the clip and I pulled it through
And seen the little black
Within her hands are gifts for the damned
You take them all
Consume the pills, the acid, the booze
Weakness can't refuse
White speed, brown smack,
[Sonny Cheeba]
If you Gorilla Pimp drag it on the floor
Grab her by the hair and drag her on the floor
Tilt that cock and drag it on the floor
Take them
[Sonny Cheeba]
If you Gorilla Pimp drag it on the floor
Grab her by the hair and drag her on the floor
Tilt that cock and drag it on the floor
Take them
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
latitude is only 6
Degrees from bad mood i'm not a bad dude
Just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem
A little too taboo
They only hate me
thought I had passed
But I was flunking senior year
It disappear
Reappear
By it being here I find myself beneath a blue sky
I'm never seeing clear
ain't wanna shoot, trust me bitch you might just get shot down
Uh used to be your little bro but I am not now
And don't ask me to tuck that shit, bitch I
the matrix fighting off the agents
So I think of blue skies underneath the moonlight
Watching seasons go by like my life's Netflix
Feeling so useless like
slow down
These Fantasies of mine randomly collide (Yeah)
Fingers to the sky while I'm skipping by (Hey)
It's too much stimuli just go and dim the light
Little white gloves
I've seen magic done, and it's hard to trust
Feeling heavy rain
As the woman that is stuck to the weather vane
LOVE
protectors
We don't live in white houses
So i gotta wake til i
Six feets down and i
Don't wanna kill myself cause
I love myself- when i little
Grown up so
times I put little papers on my tongue
Make no description just eyes like the sun
Whether you wise or you read
I write you out of existence
Don't worry
Have you ever had a dream inside
The blue and white cracks
Blinded by the lights of the other side
You sit up
Dont know what to day
Trying to remember
eyes, a gift to us from the blessed sky, so high
I feel alright in times of inspiration, a self nation governed by the sound of my heart racing
I lack
wife and kids, living over in the holler
Every morning I get up and look at the sky
And I know if I'm gonna work lord, the sun's gotta shine
But I'm
driving
I hear in the sky, golden angels reciting
Soon to be swallowed by that sun
Sun
Sun
I woke up in his arms all around me
Hands together like he was
was this little white boy.. who use to be with the Curry Boys
But he was an informant, he snitched on all the Curry Boys
Maserati Rick introduced his
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