the clay, nights and the days All on the prince's seal Eagle of the sky, lion of the earth This is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worth Holds
fade away so place me like a seal on you're chest and arm if I could think of something better than this to say I'd tell you a story about my princess
I'm dreaming The sounds all stay the same Sometimes I'm dreaming She hopes to open shadowed eyes On a different world Come to me scared princess Charlotte
you and the woman that you finna be Tell that boy he's wrong Girls are strong Next time at show and tell play him our song Tell your teacher I said princesses
Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra? Is he wearing a familiar face? Does he still live below Seventh Avenue With the princess dipped in lace?
I ask is those that respect the code Respect my mode, I'm a HBO episode Filmed in the streets of New York, it's real talk My whole life is sealed in the
Broken records, buzzing flies, empty bottles. Graphic evidence of a war as it heals. Scratch the itch, pick the scab, don't let it seal. This is a martyr
Sometimes I'm dreaming The sounds all stay the same Sometimes I'm dreaming She hopes to open shadowed eyes On a different world Come to me Scared princess
can't resist the pillow of devotions of a narcassist. It doesn't matter anyway cuz he's a self full-filling prophecy and make believe. She's a suburban princess
dirty dub back to the Southside we fulla bar breakers so anywhere you wanna take us guarantee you can show him up I'm a crank him like a seal on a PT
clouds A moonfog shall arise Seven winds of hate Awaits... I raise my sword to the sky to the sphere where the ravens fly Seal the sign of the twilight
[Music: Wiklund] [Lyrics: Schulman] A misty ground Seals my soul of pagan fire Ripped apart Dark emotions and inner thoughts We will all Take part
a night tide Together we cried Our lips sealed its secrets way And my doubts died But when came the dawn My dream sank covered by dark waters [Chorus II] My princess
Mike Jones] I keep purple stuff all in my cup 84's when I'm rollin up big faces I'm folding up diamond shine from princess cuts down south we sip that
still live below Seventh Avenue With the princess dipped in lace And not a victim of circumstance We drew lots for his soft underbelly Now his fate is sealed
But if only you could see them, You would know from their faces. There were kings and queens, Followed by princes and princesses. There were future