tend to believe that it's all for not and when the sun does set, all our souls will rot along with our flesh and our bones and our blood will seep into
little and dawg you'll never believe this but Sharonda actually talks to me now Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces man how you touch so many f-cking lives and
town Signing autographs when he's walking around And I was just the quiet kid in the math class To say something dat aint even make the class laugh And
over, I know you'd paint a better place to live Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand
of gold And a whole lotta money And a fat checkbook Been a gambler Had nothing better to do Been crazy for fools like you What really matters is Make
't believe And my heart you will mislead Do you know the consequences, my love? That comes with such confidence Holding all the weight in my life Now you turn and
believe And my heart, I know, you will deceive Do you know the consequence that comes with such confidence? Holding all the weight in my life Now you turn and
bundle of cashews In his head, I just sled, As the jungle unravels With my satchel, My lasso, I jumped on my camel Set forth with my pallet And my colouring
minutes Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble Begin [El Producto] Enter the all city access and encounter
the city Living, just enough for the city Living for the city Just enough for the city Living, just enough for the city Living for the city Just enough
rest thy tired soul until forever ends Rest until you know the future again on you depends Then go and free your mind - make up another paradise And
of all faith and hope and love. There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too, there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude;
bundle of cashews In his head, I just sled, as the jungle unravels With my satchel, my lasso, I jumped on my camel Set forth with my pallet and my colouring
but to feel alone like a tree in a desert dried up like the skin of a lizard but full of colour like the spots of a leopard drum and bass pull me in
