I am the red in the rose The flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor And I am the gray in the ghost That hides with your clothes behind your closet
We lost the skyline We stepped right off the map Drifted into blank space And let the clocks relapse We laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts
Waiting to be born again Wanting the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting for the drugs to
If it were possible during a riot to spray small doses of LSD from a helicopter into the air... People would soon quieten... Is this trip really necessary
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
(C.Kirschner) Beat programmed by Prince Paul, Prince Pawl Music (BMI) Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis (BMI) Xtra Samples
Sit around and watch TV God, I hate what I see Lock me up and throw away the key Spend my time chugging tea But I can't, I can't It's not fair, it's
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Everything you said was true Everything you did was you Everything I started with her Ended on an oily stage where I wrote elegiac stanzas for you I hope
Compassion is at a stand still Desensitized this day, never know If we will make a change this way I'm gonna try this time Can you try this time? We're
[Intro] Yes Sir, Yeah Aye Blackstone(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy Baby)Uh Uh DK Yeah DKane It's another one Yeah It's official Young Mula Baby (I Got The Homies
[Intro] Yeah Aye blackstar (Weezy,weezy,weezy baby) DK Yeah It's another one It's official Girl what you trippin for? [Verse 1] He knew from
Second step next language I selected it Cant you see it in my eyes? And Im a competent selector of lies That will not help you Second step next language