Yo, I used to checkout lyrics and pump the format Build with skill with technique, computer A-dat My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm I get hype
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If you believe the western sun Is falling down on everyone If you break it free and the mornings come If you would know your time has come If you believe
Oh my God, that's the funky shit Oh my God, that's the funky shit Hey Hey Hey Oh my God, that's the funky shit Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Oh my God
This is dangerous Open up your head filled with shell shock This is dangerous I walk through mindfields, I watch your head rot This is dangerous Open
Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up
Damage destructor, crowd disrupter Youth corrupter, everytimer Yeah, damage destructor, crowd disrupter Mainliner, everytimer Taste me, taste me Succumb
If you belive the western sun is falling down on everyone your breaking free the mornings come if you would know your time has come If you belive the
by the edge of clouds It was a crying shame Another lost horizon Tibet the fallen star Wisdom and compassion crushed In the land of Shangri-La But in the land
She is benediction She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly
you ready? Let's go Hi, hi, hey, hey Maybe I will come back some day now But tonight on the wings of a dove Up above to the land of love Now I lay me
Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need Every
We shall live again We shall live What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye Mannah from Heaven, from the Most High Food
Up there -- there is a sea Up there -- there is a sea Up there -- there is a sea The sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is
Speak to me, speak to me heart I feel a needing to bridge the clouds, softly go A way I wish to know, to know A way I wish to know, to know Oh, you'll
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine Meltin' in a pot of thieves, wild card up my sleeve Thick heart of stone, my sins my own They belong to me
Oh To be Not anyone Gone This maze of being Skin Oh To cry Not any cry So mournful that The dove just laughs The steadfast gasps Oh To owe Not anyone
Sixteen and time to pay off I get this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe Forty hours, thirty-six dollars a week But it's a paycheck, Jack So hot