show you a few tricks. I'm the shade on your sun, And I have no fear You'll never see me run. I'm the shade on your sun, Don't try to retire me stay
man come feed me some of your souveiners and I'll be gone Mr. moonshine man I'm your greatest fan com on feed me now and whenever you can mr. moonshine
a movie with no sound What good? What good are you With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room? What good? What good are you With your cynical plague and your
keep on movin' on but I'm getting caught up thinking about the time we shared just wastin' away it seemed like they'd never end... Keep on movin' on keep on dreamin
your cheeks part of the sky Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air Your
Don't move fast enough.. keep your head low The world I know.. is a world much too slow! Can't move fast enough chi-ild You better stay on the low child
My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin', blew out the flame and started inhalin' Barin' a secret too deep to keep on
to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your
body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those
Lay down your weary head Let the blue stars darken" O silence, if in thy cradle I could sway Like a child, heart the amending song, The sighing of the shades
but a dream) Life is just a dream and they don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is just a dream and they don't wanna leave (Life is but a dream) Life is just a dream
when I'm alone I still feel you Your breath on my neck, you're still with me And I'm still dreaming neon black I wait for you, to taste your unknown world
in an Indian summer, at 110 in the shade And I remember the Indian summer How you held me in the moonlight We were riding along on a silver dream Never dreaming
me Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie Your stomach moved beneath your
me. Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky. As your fingers played with grassy moss, and limber you did lie: Your stomach moved beneath your
right Karma's got me feearing life Colleek are you praying for me I got deamons in my past So i got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct Then the child
