men 'Cause I done been face to face with a serpent Demon is the same think it is when it ain't White like snow or black like coal Yellow like the moon
a theory, see like, we got a theory about magic and miracles. That?s right? If magic is all we ever known then it?s easy to miss what really goes on,
dream come true Long time Nothin' new We're overdue For a dream come true I'm so hung up On her now I'm so strung out On her now Mmmm A gift from the sun To the moon
body like David Blaine Be the first to find life on Mars, go up and sell a few candy bars Climb a rainbow and kiss the sun, walk on the moon when the
out on the ice tonight Teach me the bluest song you know The moon ain't comin' up And I swear to God tonight it feels like snow I'm glad we got your
good things down on this earth tonight Wolf ran out into the glittering fields --I stood and watched him from the treeline The starry heavens danced down on the snow
mind What's left behind is left behind The promise in your eyes Is what I remember Forbidden yet so tempting Oh I surrender The knock on the door had
a man bent on revenge, Hanging out here on the fringe, Of my native borderlands. Counting the days the sun shone golden across her head, Lying on the
of neck. The tears are crashing on her breasts. The burning bed is out again. If it's sad, you know it' true. God is glad on bluer moons. When your room
back when you made history by flying planes across the sea Embarking on your odyssey You put away the danger Heaven bless the one who flys A pioneer on
sheets on which you sleep? Do you think of me like ink Skinny words you want to keep? Do you think of me like fat Irresistible as cream? On your lips, on
Ice on the stove-pipe ice on the bed ice gleaming over all Sparkling ice on the dead man's chest glittering ice in his hair Ice on his fingers ice in
ball for the night.if you wanna get cha lean on, there's nothin but that yella,i done heard down in texas them niggas got whateva,bottle of that moon
, paradise One day I'll look into your mind and understand which way to go (But it's the same old story) When you refuse me all the time I'm suicidal on
raining, he's changing My man is going insane Insane... Verse One: Ghostface Killer The war is on, yo On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on how
is hot On the island under the pans and pots Girls lined up doing body shots, body shots This must be the hottie spot, naughty spot Snow lined up on the
got this 3 on my mind, 4 seconds left, and it's like 5 n-ggas pressing me, I need 6 rings like Jordan in my legacy, 7 n-ggas on the bench watching me
