Lyrics:
close to me
Nothing to fear
When I look to the sky
I can feel you right
(By me) I feel the touch of your skin
The love within
(I see) I see the white
to debate
See you at the crossroads freestyling by the gates like
We could use a little love right now
Heaven send a white dove right now
I be crying out
here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
I've been sitting here too long by
me up to the sky
Into the wild blue with you
When I'm flying so high
I can see everything
Little songbird spread your wings
When you're near my
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
Things ain't like they used to be
Love's the only thing I see
Wings of life are taking flight
From the darkness to the light
I used to try
last ounce of strength
The white horse rears and spreads its wings
To reach the sky and search the kings
The one will lead to win at last
Oh,
of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another
of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another
It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats
It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats
by the water
And I indeed will be yours alone
If you promise to be mine
His image is fastened in my mind
My sweet one in my memory
My little bird flies
baby cries and lays me down
In the skies over black Venice
I see eyes of a white menace
The surprise of the week
Is that I never heard the sound
show you my wings
I'm hearing my own grooves
While I'm trying to get baked
It's a fucking little vibe
My homies testify
With clouds in the sky
am, you can find me in the sky
I'm soaring like an eagle and I'm just passing by
Whenever I look below I see so many people from the top
It's lonely
It’s getting brighter by the hour
A little bird sings for its mother
Oh nature sweet nature you’re such a wonder
Tempted by your skies to take flight
From the city where niggas lost and jealous
The white man be making laws and jail us
They call it Los Angeles, where you get wings before you run
I tell
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
goodbye
I really need my wings to fly
I'm up in the sky
Little baby, little baby girl
Up on the mountain Hebron
I'm gonna take a vow
Up
was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of Oxycontin
Everyday through the nostrils
Never went away, never does it stop there
vino you always get love from me baby)
Long live tef you ain't never gon' die
(Keep your guards up and your wings white)
Long live yogi you ain't never
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