When you've seen beyond yourself, Then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there. And the time will come when you see we're all one, And life flows on within you and without you.- George Harrison
kumate_champ07 wrote: » this whole song is gold, heres my fav part, tho I really love the intro "Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fu<k since the twelfth grade It's ironic, I had the blunt she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep put her ass to sleep"
Loose-lipped secrets I've seen those birdies chirping Another promise perched on their fragile branches Cradle and all We all hide a diary beneath some mattress And someone has slept in my bed Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary And I scream out what I shouldn't scream Some lies last a lifetime They keep our diaries hidden They don't let the whispers slip Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls Or be written on the bathroom walls But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away It's a song I know by heart Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances It's a thin veil between us
Oh the snot has caked against my pants It has turned into crystal There's a bluebird sitting on a branch I guess I'll take my pistol
In the sad town cold iron hands clap the party of clowns outside rain falls in gray far away please, please, Baby Lemonade In the evening sun going down when the earth streams in, in the morning send a cage through the post make your name like a ghost please, please, Baby Lemonade I'm screaming, I met you this way you're nice to me like ice in the clock they sent through a washing machine come around, make it soon, so alone... please, please, Baby Lemonade In the sad town cold iron hands clap the party of clowns outside rain falls in gray far away please, please, Baby Lemonade In the evening sun going down when the earth streams in, in the morning send a cage through the post make your name like a ghost please, please, Baby Lemonade
Player give me some brew and I might just chill But I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill I steal doobies Spit loogies when I puff on it I got some bucks on it But it ain't enuff on it Go get the s, the t-i-d-e-s Never the less, I'm hella Fresh, Rolling joints like a cigarrette