, you?re trying to catch your breath (Don't stop) I'm the first, I'm the next, I'm the end I'm the force in your thoughts, that'll make your mind bend
Swervin' a stretch Bourbon Identity of this man I look Persian Hey yo, we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from or who sent them First nigga to find them better bend
sky of blue I'm tearin' a hole right through this sky of blue In this long, long leap of faith The stars have fallen, the sky is callin' The stars have fallen, the sky
All the rain drops in the sky tonight Can't compare with all pain And all the tears I've cried But now I'm done All the make believe Locked in this picture
goodbye, bye, bye, bye bye And we put our hands up in the sky And we say goodbye, bye, bye, bye bye And we put our hands up in the sky And we say goodbye
future's still bright Oh, bright as the sun in the sky Honey, you're sure to see me shine, yeah Shine as the stars in the morning The pattern in the sky
you Punk - the speakers in the trunk The bass is overloaded feel the tump The highs are sounding high-high super high Watch a di man dem kiss the sky
me find a way to carry on again? Wish cast into the sky, I'm moving on Sweet beginnings do arise, she knows I was wrong The notes are old, they bend,
it goes You gotta bend when the wind blows And that's the way it is You gotta roll with the punches That's the way it goes You gotta bend when the wind
That there's nothing underneath But who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low? My baby's got the bends, oh
find, yeah Wanderin' in the sky, yeah No more need to sigh No more need to lie Make it what you can No more need in wastin', yeah Love's around the bend
gonna come, oh yeah He said it's been too hard livin' But I'm afraid to die I might not be if I knew what was up there Beyond the sky It's been a long
Have you ever seen such an evening? Have you ever seen such a sky? Have you ever felt so peaceful inside? Neither have I... Have you noticed that
, like where did his chest go? Think not homie, got a ziploc on me Of that sticky-icky in the pocket of my dickie Just drunk at half of sixty, kinda bended
to spend Taking flight into whatever light we bend Out on the street I get a beat and then I turn it to ten Lace boots and the ladies of Kazakhstan Kick 'em high to the sky
have another loss to spare I doubt 'em say that I can't win Even though I know talking intelligent just ain't in You most likely to go broke when you just can't bend
day Oh, stained glass sky ways And crowded six lane highways If I look back when I begin to leave Will they remember me? Circuit flights bend the
Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could
