On her knees she?s divine
Another angel you trimmed but she
Sing me a lullaby
Won?t you wipe away my pain
Take me
Brother to brother, soldier to a sage
Quietly pressing along the
She sits by his side
On vinyl seats
Her thighs are stickin'
It's
Driftin' behind the sun, floatin'
Watch the satellites pass slowly
Why do
Lady she don?t like no other women being around
Shoots her
Wind, pick up this dandelion flower
Blow it far away from
Wind is blowin?
And it?s blowin? in my mind
Spirits they've been
I was so high I didn't see you there
You had
Riding through Harlem
In my bulletproof car
Inside a glass shell you
Lights all around
I'm going down town
Congress Avenue Bridge
Is taking me
So you were twisted, you were lied to
You're the object
Callin' me up from a deep sleep dreamin'
Black cat keeps
Mornin' feels like a drag when you're all messed up
Ain't
Well, the morning is fading to the day
And I lie
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