Lyrics:
right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time
definitely not my ways
Saved by your grace
Holding me in your sweet embrace
So I will hold my head up to the sky
There’s no looking back
No matter how hard I
the world die by the creator
So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate
of your concern, your name ain't in the next chapter
Of my life, I get it, you fight to ruin it all just out of spite
Don't know why I even gave it
right here, right now)
(Lay by my side, suga, thrill me tonight)
Hold me, love me (I want to feel you in my arms, babe)
Baby, can't you see, you
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
take you to the shore
Incandescent, the sight is dimmed by the shimmer
The surface can't hold the echoes, freed to spatter
Feed me your strength, bring
arms, in my mind all the time
I wanna keep you right by my side 'til I die
I'm gonna hold you down and make sure everythin' is right wit' you
You can
left my family and I left my home in the hickory and the ash and the oak
And they shipped us off to a broken world where the dust would make you choke
We
Murder all around the whole world is nausiatin', everybody overrated why everybody's actin' agitated I thought we graduated back in the sat away up
I remember all
I keep it in my heart
Every single moment
That your leather hat
That climb to mountaintop
And fishing in the stream
The day you
til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue,
til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue,
This is as long as a nigga rap
Pull up in the Lamb, man I took your ho
And I'm from the A, I say my name Quavo
Pull up in that Rolls, everything rose
the world is ours
Mind your place your in the face of a god
Time erased by the lack of law
Misplaced by what you saw
Up and down back and forth
The turn
hooping in my all black Nikes
Flying kites and shooting dice, sneaking in the movies twice
Staying up and watching Cops, walking outside in Michael socks
(okay)
I just be playin' gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (this is NY)
Hat low, I'm high though, my mind in is a spiral
They ask me if I'm sure, I say,
find my way home
My home is by them ten thousand lakes
In your loving arms and warm embrace
And I
Im coming home
I found my heart in the Northstar state
Murder all around the whole world is nausiatin', everybody overrated why everybody's actin' agitated I thought we graduated back in the sat away up
Or look across from your side of the world to my side
That what you have failed to realize
Is that you've put me in projects
I realize it was an experiment
it's a walk-in, cuz I'm open
You fell from the clips of weakness, I scoped it
I'll ball your rhyme up and stuff it inside my mouth
As if this was
over beats from the tabletops
Ay! That's how it is in a police state
When your life is just a number and release date
When you're rehabilitated so
in the water of the
Soup of the metrics
Skin tone as an as-needed
Hat trick
Family from the old and the new
World ghettos
Oppression olympics
Medaled
arms, in my mind all the time
I wanna keep you right by my side 'til I die
I'm gonna hold you down and make sure everythin' is right wit' you
You can
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