Eyes at night never see the day. Because it's not in my nature. Golden wings rise from the plane. They burn above the red earth. Scale these walls in front of me.
Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes,. Ca' them where the heather grows,. Ca' them where the burnie rowes,. My bonie dearie. . As I gaed down the water-side,.
Salvation Army Santa clause rings his bell when the pennys tossed and I dont know why but I feel lost. . Two lovers shopping for a Christmas tree kiss each other when they cross the street and Im feeling like the jokes on me.
Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting.. Everywhere we look now, all there is is hating.. We just have no tolerance, we don't compromise.. All we know is what this objects in our own damn eyes..
Opened wide, eyes to see,. Within, beyond and behind. Faces never seen,. My mind is expiring, beyond all limits. . Impulses and thoughts torn. into meaningless words.
At the time I left land and sailed away. Never knew I would end up a castaway. Wind went hard and the sky had tears for me. The sea was all that I saw, my enemy.
You always seem to think the worst. That everyone is out to screw your plans. Go on and help yourself first. I've had about as much as I can stand. Now I'm sayin' you sold out.
In came the being-born police. To take the newly-undeceased. I was the softened gaze upon a child of God. And the sky was full of teeth. Anticipating that sweet release.
Colors, colors,. I'd never been that high think I wanna die in paradise.. Oh colors, colors. Where nothing really matters I just wanna stay in paradise..
T no eres playa. ni sol y estalla. en tu cabeza el crisol. que engaa. . T no eres nube de mar. montaa. por eso quiero olvidar. lo que hablas. . Generaciones de este tiempo.
castillos de arena en cada verano. y el mar los anega como el desencanto. castillos de arena hermosos y claros. y el viento se lleva los sueos amados.
C'mon baby, move over, I'm sittin' here tonight. C'mon baby, move over, do the thing that's right. I can puff up my feathers, look real mean. Be the old man that this here's scene.
Im a breather, mail receiver. Ad I dont know where I stand. Not since someone informed me. That my house was built on sand. And its not the earth beneath me.
Well, piece by piece and nail by nail. Itll all come down someday before the fires of hell. . You let me in your house. You let me in your house. You let me in your house with a hammer.
I hit these niggas with the punishment. Enemy schemes top secret like the government. So check my rep from Don King my nigga. A word from the wise don't trust that bitch.
Cracking Like Pastachio's. . Here is my credentials. Its something so essentials. Get the pad ill get the pencil. Doing donuts like its wenchels. Ima kamakazee thinker ima threat.
Andre Nickatina "Crackin' Like Pastachio's". . Here is my cridentials. It's sumthin so essential. Get the pad, i'll get the pencil. Doin' doughnuts like it's ???.
Thats the beat. . Mics get hit from bullet flavor I spit. Change the clips and also do this shit. I be high as fuck when them MCs come. But from dawn to dusk I man break some up.
They call me Tennessee tornado. You can call me Dr J if you a baller, and its getting fatal. My big 6 crush the whole table. 'cause my domino effect is from the grey back to the cradle.