Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day" I see a bunch of hippies crying "Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day" Like
[Intro : Killah Priest] Yeah, Black August, Priesthood Wanna know how I got here? How it all came to be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December
te just la la la ia Só quero estar Com seu cantar Com seu just la la la ia Just like this rainstorm This August day song I dream of places
my hand There's a big crowd at the station Where the blind man sings his song He can see what they can't understand It's the 33rd of August And I'm
'll watch the flames dancing You'll fall asleep With your arm around my shoulder And nothing will come between us On the first night in August The first day in August
my hand There's a big crowd at the station Where the blind man sings his song But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand It's the 33rd of August,
She lived on a curve in the road An old tar paper shack On the south side of the town On the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way into town We
Turn the page, another chapter not much different from the others. Variety is not an issue, boredom is what you hate. I am what you hate...I am everything
just a dream, August 7, 4:15 God closed His eyes and the world got mean August 7, 4:15 Tell me it was just a dream, August 7, 4:15 God closed His eyes
faces of the people in the window look so small And the faces in the morning were the peoplest of all Standing on the verandah of Millium August. I
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhh Gas to a flame, all you to blame, you should of been more upfront, tease me cause for you its a game, you should be
You're dangerous and i'm scared to death But it feels so good The moment I catch my breath And I got a fear of flying But here I am sitting so high
yeah oh whoa la da da da la da da da.. you holding me hostage here you got me caught up here and I'm locked up here like a prison cell and baby i ain
ohho, yeaheah, yeah no, no, no oh oho look in my eyes, baby and tell me i'm lying, baby oh, you're over the edge with what you alleged and there is not
oh yeah aha no no they never thought she was worth it they never did believe they didn't think ... to be treated like a queen see ..all crazy 'cause
i'm hopeless, more or less can't make no moves without you so i'm motionless speechless, senseless this house ain't been a home so now i'm homeless insomnia
lay down your arms, guns on the floor i don't wanna fight with you no more (no more) i'm calling seize fire or retreating see we both gone lose best believe
Yeaaa Wat A Face, Wat A Look, Wat A Smell Gurl You Had Me From That Point There Wat A Hand, Wat A Touch, Wat A Kiss So How Not To Reminisce About You
