ACROSS THE WESTERN OCEAN Oh the times are hard and the wages low Amelia, where you bound? The Rocky Mountains is my home Across the Western
Translation: Unknown. Across The Western Ocean.
could be tomorrow One step, one fall, one falter East or West, Over earth or by ocean
smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases,
If I could look across the country From California to New Jersey Then I would count the parks and lake resorts And number all the jets and airports All
the workers in a west coast ship yard When I rearrange the silverware And reinstall the lights and captian's chair I'll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean
Catch me in the dirt [unverified] In the [unverified] porch burning out Head across seas 'bout to turn it out Coming back home to a furnish house We
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be, she may be Way down below the ocean where I wanna be, she may be Way down below the ocean where I wanna be
Mean Mugs, nigga's ain't never seen love So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of green shrubs And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom To float across the ocean
'? No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love There's nothing I'm wishin' to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean
'? No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love. There's nothing I wish to be ownin'. Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled from across that lonesome ocean
? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean
for which the whole world yearns And I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder burns Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean
Oh end this day show me the ocean When shall I see the sea May this day set me in emotion I ought to be on my way We were there We were sailing on the
spit slang I thought a minute, and let it sink Deep like the Titanic We wider than the ocean of Atlantic Pacifical mythical styles In the west it'
a minute And let it sink deep like the Titanic We wider than the Ocean of Atlantic This typical mythical style in the West is gettin Wild I'm chillin
