These lights were waves that spilled through my space, (In the plains.) Where no one knows if they'll ever need again. (I want to.) Just swallow us up like them bread baked gums Now I remain glowing at the ends I remain glowing at the ends It's because

Dear landlord, please don't put a price on my soul My burden is heavy, dear And my dreams are beyond my control Oh yes, they are But when that steamboat whistle blows Oh, honey I'm gonna give you everything I ever had to give, yeah And I do hope that you

I'm smoking everywhere I go (No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I'm blowin' every gram I own (That purp, that bomb, that kush) Don't gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that,

They know, but they’ll never know why It’s a short fucking movie, man I’m going to try and take it slow I’m paying for my mistake That’s okay? I don’t mind a little pain It’s a short fucking movie man I know I’m going to try and take it slow

A igloo full of snow and a white stove House full of naked hoes snortin' blow It's so lonely at the top, plus its real cold A house full of hoes and they they cookin' blow I'm in Zone 6 a.k.a. the North Pole Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert It's the

Returning of the miracles It's my own requiem The jester's tears They They are inside me Agony's the script for my requiem Is the script already written Jester's tears I cry Hallowed be the fatherland

When everything isn't yellow (yellow, yellow) When everything isn't yellow Will we still smile through broken glass And live in falsetto Are we too deep for a second chance They They say time is a healer Well, how do you expect to heal this clock And every

Ooo ooo ooo Hi there, how are 'ya? It's been a long time Seems like we've come a long way My, but we learn so slow And heroes, they come and they they go And leave us behind as if We're supposed to know why Why do we give up our hearts to the past?

He isn't what he should be They're just I just think he could be A son of a gun There's a boy in the world Who doesn't follow the crowd Doesn't do what he's told to That's why he's allowed to Stay job as a diver

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they they beautiful?" he said They They been