. under the stars. we watched the snowflakes. lets keep this strong. so they'll never stop us. so they'll never stop us. you'll never stop us.
(uh-oh) Echoin' inside my soul, untouchable (uh-oh) Echoin' inside my soul, untouchable (uh-oh) Echoin' inside my soul Ya'll niggas never stop, you never drop, you never
ain't in the same weight class Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads I'm way past, anything that you ever did I'm better kid and we never
you hear the angel of sadness sing... with broken wings. (Harmony: Andreas) And with death came disorder, who were they now to obey? No leader, no followers
strangely mistrust; Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they
fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow And everything with wings
with the song and the sun she was viewing/ (the sun she was viewing the sun she was viewing)/ they didna??t have much, and they laughed with their health
bing I?m like Ving Rhames I bring pain I sling cane off the wing like I?m King James Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead They be callin code read
, and the pollen ruins the plow Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow And everything with wings
we ride like big boys do [D.Woods:] Black tinted with a white stripe interstate Lookin in the mirror at my bad boy fitted, yup Show stoppin till they lose they
oblige us with a private rendition? (Somewhat acerbic). Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects . . . CARLOTTA My manager commands . . . M. Reyer? REYER My diva commands. Will
I strangely mistrust; Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they trailed
muffles the sound of dreams on their way to tomorrow and when they appear this night will hold them near for where they will lead she will follow
The figures rising they seem too harmless They seam too instant they sound too faithful I've cracked them open but they're empty inside They sound like vultures approaching their dead They
