But soon I realize That you're not real and I am In between of day and dream Life and death, a lazy stream In between of day and dream Hello, goodbye, you nasty sunny beam
Up on the isle of Patmus A man was cast one day As he was left alone to die He began to pray The Holy Ghost fell on him The Spirit, he came down Well
Whoh, death come a knockin' on that sinners door Said old sinner, "Are you ready to go?" He said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Because I ain't got on
Sometimes in our ignorance, we forget what things are real Searching for our innocence, we forget what things to feel We're all alone at sea sometimes
Blue Moon You saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue Moon You know just what I was there for You heard me saying
When I say farewell To my life on earth (I will be) I will be with Jesus (No more tears) No more tears will fill my eyes Reigning with my savior Reigning
In a world where night comes too fast Where to find the future we look to the past And broken dreams are the ones that last He'll still be there He will
Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Call Him up And
In these days of confused situations In this night of a restless remorse When the heart and the soul of a nation Lay wounded and cold as a corpse From
but soon i realise that you're not real and i am in between of day and dream life and death, a lazy stream in between of day and dream hello, goodbye you nasty sunny beam
got da first class pussy and he use to give me coacha real good chocha fuck is my shofa [Sasha Sample] [Bridge:] Ahh beam me up scotty My wa-wa wine My wine is to dutty Beam
Today, nobody cares But tomorrow they will, they will Today, nobody cares But, oh, tomorrow they will, they will They said my future was dark You see
da first class pussy and he use to give me coacha real good chocha fuck is my shofa [Sasha Sample] [Bridge:] Ahh beam me up scotty My wa-wa wine My wine is to dutty Beam
: Closing night sky Tired beams of light line her face She leans into me As we stare into the breaking line It's so slippery You think you have it in
store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer X5 When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genesis up The other
in stress mode 'less they got petrol, pushin that Benz slow Pick up the Game, let's count some cash Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask On some other
rhyme for it) We ride for it, we do time for it (Our mans die for it all our moms cry for it) No other hood in the world could put a stop on it The hood
so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll And only cause my man heard of ya'll Other than that, shit