get ignorant, feel the incisions I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous can you imagine, me with the Magnum fire breathing dragon
I I can't sleep without the thought of me being so So damned sick, But I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick. So take this song, take this song away Until it
wooden soldiers, C Cypher Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushin' in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stamp gold like Fleer Escape from your Dragon
song They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song
of the deep end Where your soul is your best friend Searchin' for a reason to go astray Wild dreams turn to nightmares Silver clouds turn to golden
I watch her from my window One day I will catch her eye She is calling from the deep Summoning my soul to endless sleep She is bound to drag me down, drag
on this cross road, I could take this same load And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold? [chorus (x2)] [outro: drunken dragon
I'm a cloud drifting by Dripping tears from the sky I'm a snail without a shell A leper with a golden bell I've got nowhere to go I'm a stray cat on
Save me from drowning in the sea Beat me up on the beach What a lovely holiday There's nothing funny left to say This sombre song would drain the sun
Blood red roses go down moses, oh, billowin' sails Those so weak-willed, guts all sea-filled, throw them o?er the rails Boys, slacken up the jib and sing a hearty song
future rain, for future reign Add one more kill to raise your worth It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have Trade breath for gold There's no
stay on top You'll find yourself dropped on a shelf Once upon a time when life was black and white I used to do the drag shows to be famous for a night
And they say we hate the East coast, but that's funny Got a lot of love for, any niggaz gettin money I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped
when we need some time alone You have a simple mansion underground Without address or telephone Golden, where are you? Sold on gold dust Golden, where are you? Sold on gold
The song he sang was surfaces Nothing deeper than a child knows He could sing sand into pearls So the saying goes Some said he was a sorcerer Or a warrior
, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line) I spin gold
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (denim pockets) On my waist, there's a black Glock (black Glock) New girl moved on the block
Chuh Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose God knows, turn wi loose, now Sing along, a little song An guh a ting like Freedom, for some I am bawling Babylon