The Land Where All Dreams Will Start Turn On Your Minds Turn On Your Brains Your King Will Be Here Today Welcome Again To The Twin Spirit Land So Hurry
move crack And is such a fraction They way you thinking about your plans But I tryna bring it back Before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from Chicago land But both of our
We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union I have a dream, a dream that one day We hold these truths to be self-evident
, I heard a voice sing I can still feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring Far away in the western sky, over the sea There's a land that we dream
again, raging forth underland The course of evils standing straight, grind to grind Hot metal will abound the land churning out shout As the form regards our
time setting sail over all of our lands And as we look forever closer Shall we now bid farewell, farewell? High vibration, go on to the sun Oh, let my heart dreaming
one They release the fear inside Are human after all So begins our dream time They hunted like the dinosaur We the pure They the savage innocent How we crush our
raging forth underland) The course of evils standing straight (grind to grind) Hot metal will abound the land (churning out shout) As the form regards our
ready Be sure and be smart No need the energy wasted I've dreamed of music That comes from the heart As tho' the eagle has landed Just wait for me
land beyond the dust a consummation of unholy love between two children of the night as all time dissolves into a crimson dream into a crimson dream forever last our
crazy, man, I like All the nice thing, Jack Colonial suits and things, look at here Now I am sorry for the man Who don't love this land Now black and
me Up until I'm pieces of sand Blow me up And scatter me across the land Our bodies They
eyes Tank top, smooth skin, soft lips, tan thighs How the hell's this ache ever gonna die? We make our choices Doing what we think is good We deny our own dreams
down Skippin' it down Up and down, all night long Skippin' it down I'm a forty Ten O three on a Tuesday morning In the fall of an American dream A man
done his inheritance was mine When at first my brother walked away before a weary band Esau gave his sleeplessness for a piece of moral land Our father
chance On this sweet romance ... When they hear, of our last goodbye They'll have to seek another dream
old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And