you find a way back into this world If I ever face this world, we'll be together This is for you to know. This is for you to feel. The subtlety of time
wait until tomorrow She spoke Arabic and Swahili She'd say Upendo (Swahili for love) Anta Habibi (Arabic for, you are my love/dearest friend) You so bright, you
the heart you're loving To wound your mortal soul Believe my little friend You're blind and you don't know Illusions come to an end And you are gone
m royalty Even though I'm low-key, you know me You be singin' over my tracks like it's kareoke If you don't know the half you gon' feel the wrath
don't quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) Homie I'll never forget you (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest
loved someone so much You'd give an arm for Not the expression No, literally give an arm for When they know they're your heart And you know you were
tune, Sending chills up my spine. In the blackest of clothes, as if I'm in mourning. If you look within you'll see a beating heart. If you ask why I
cold for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin
precious hairbrush, thrown at the wall it came to me from my father I give you this as a token of myself for you to have and mourn over And when my
up, turn it up, can you feel the fire burning. Turn it up, turn it up, do you feel my heart (it's beating!) Turn it up, turn it up, can you feel desire mourning
on our own you know it's all around the world cos this is the freedom generation living for revival in this time hallelujah, people everywhere are singing hallelujah, you've turned my mourning
you i have to be with you to live to breathe you're taking over me have you forgotten all i know and all we had? you saw me mourning my love for you
it's been you and I A tear for a tear, baby eye for an eye And you know that my heart gon cry If you leave me lonely Cuz you not just my love you
Under fears you restore your beliefs, Like an old man in church on a Sunday. All the dirt on your elbows and knees, Any minute you know you could die.
you go, oh oh No matter if you're fast, no matter if you're slow, oh oh The eye of the storm or the cry in the mourn, oh oh You're fine for a while but
assured these things I know And as Charon sails the sea Your journey too shall end below Ah yes you're all sitting ducks It's true you reap what you
found. They marched to the station house, he waited for the dawn. And as they led him to the dock, he knew that he'd been wronged. "You stand accused
,my rain is blood Mixed in the mourning-colored flood It's true you won't know heaven well If you have never been in hell Black would be white If you