...and many a moon shall rise... ...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no
..and many a moon shall rise... ..and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no
ya uncle told me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some
the clidock My sha sha clock from here 16th and Lenox ask Rodger Thomas if I'm getting scammed I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett Now
Let's sail away past the noise of the bay Let's sail away past the birth and death of the day Let's sail away to where the blues And greens swirl into
me (Me babe, steppin' out) Into the night, into the light You babe, steppin' out Into the night, into the light Me babe, steppin' out Into the night
junk I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk The noise that we made is blue, in color sound Those who
the light and the mist In the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks, I spit like my life depends on what I make [CHORUS:] Working late night, not
Blue Trees - Chapter 12 - 9:42:8 - Hotties in Hatchet Thongs) Thy crows have overlooked, we gave you all they gave, the carousel will spin on through thy night
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time Out of the mist your voice is calling, it is twilight time When purple colored curtains mark
It was that kind of misting rain It was that kind of night Nothing was wrong Oh, it just wasn't right It weren't the blues It weren't low rent It was
'll drown And I don't want the night to end Oh baby baby Oh baby baby Wrapped around your soul Is where I wanna be But in the night blue music's All
full of reasons why I've got a broken heart inside I can hear a dog someplace barking I hear the wind begin to moan At night I walk these rain splattered
warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided directionless Familiar of some obscure scottish poet The mist crawls
Members only motherfuck the phony I give your ass the blues like Tony Toni Tone Regulate in the 9-tre nigga This is payday, comin' from the mists with
the tide those dreams are drifting, There's NO GOLDEN TOMORROW AHEAD. The days are long, so sad and dreary, the nights are lonely and so blue. But
Journey into discovery Exiled into night flight We're on our way To mysterious worlds Moonlit horizons From a hazy moon Starlight sprinkled On blue
