I could see the souls seeping through the stones on the horizon
on the horizon
my movements are drapes in a state of the art
your emotions lack the face I value in my state of the art
the oaks are over and the forest is now the shoulder
of all uncontrollable monotony
i pity you who know nothing
while i walk softer than this city
my movements are drapes in a state of the art
your emotions lack the face I value in my state of the art
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
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