a child again So many things to do Playground noise and colored toys And everything brand new I'd like to be a pirate ship In search of hidden gold On ocean
Anybody here see the noise See the fear and commotion? I think we missed it Anybody here see the love See the hate, being motioned? Don't give me no
lyrics on back on these napkins Zoned out in a first class cabin With noise cancellation headphones Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean
daddy mackin.. pennin lyrics on back of these napkins...zoned out in the first class cabin with noise cancellation head phones... two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down the ocean
anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool
The mountains may crumble And cover the road to you But I'll fight to break on through With all my might The ocean may rise up And wash you away from
a piece of my voice? Or that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could
boardwalk. and my dead grandmother was selling cott Ndy out of a little shack. and there was this big ferris wheel about a half mile out in the ocean
And steady my boat on life's troubled sea. Troublesome waters are blacker than night Hiding from view the harbor light bright Out on the ocean I seem
blast and raw eye blood shot lid color concealed crimson trap thin lit mess code of darkness stop the ocean counting blood coughing blood and needle syringe
So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss I'm just a pigeon with one mile left that doggy-paddles Through this bullshit ocean of death and these
gotta have protection Sheets on the streets showin niggas defeats And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise
where the music rolls And the Army-Navy's got ol' Jackie soul Down on Peaches Corner there are good ol' boys And the Mother Fletchers makin' lots of noise
Wide awake in the candlelight Stoned straight, crashing Ocean wave patterns and sunset In their prime Shoulder demons tell me How to lie when it matters