he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there's A thousand more you won't ever see But you must hold inside yourself eternally
he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally
's right on time And a wave of excitement sweeps the room, ooh, woh, woh, ooh, woh, woh Each second of every minute seems eternal, time standing still
watch this vision of an angel that touhed our hearts we will remember her spirit flyin free along with the stars she`ll soar high above us with our eternal
you still didn't get where you wanted to go When you gathered in a group and got your own show 'Cause without the source, the force won't survive For eternity
if you don't think they already tapped your line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories
a drink of water, everlastin', endless water Then the woman said, "Sir, you have no way to draw out of this well Our father Jacob dug it and the stories
G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper Richie Rich will chop his fingers with the axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin' tampax What ya think this is, huh, a lifetime story
started backin' up Stopped to reach for his piece, I squeezed, he never got to duck I hit him dead in his chest, eternal fire Returnin' for the chips
Camouflage nigga what, you'll catch me in the cut Fucking shit up for every nigga, the bigger pig the bigger trigger 'Cause my niggaz in the river Stories
I'll be thinkin of him I'm gonna love him I'm gonna love him (Verse 3) I'm the one he'll never leave, helped him build his luxuries Carry stories that
Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge? Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie The cracks
us a song of the century That's louder than bombs and eternity The era of static and contraband Leading us into the Promised Land Tell us a story that
castles in her hair Building mountains in the air Making profits, lending loans Ancient TV's, rotary telephones But within this misty cave Lies a painter, blind but brave Paints the story
Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Shepherds, in the field
You?re my love drunk friend All that red wine and candlelight And soulful conversations That go on until the dawn How many times can you tell your story