See the clouds adrift so far below Ever changing as they come and go; Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
We can make you anyone By the morning we'll be gone The ministry of saints You're afraid to disappear beneath the waves Bread and circus, bread and wine
and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in
blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord
: (feat. Swizz Beatz) Ey swizz, I hope they got they bread right! I know you got yours I got mine [Chorus:] Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) Big bank
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread
of patch work cotton A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head. A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in. Clouds and chasing
the girl that make the whole show stop But the party don't stop and Bacardi's on rocks And the girls gon' talk when the boys go flock Yeah, I got the bread
the girl that makes the whole show stop But the party don't stop and Bacardi's on rocks And the girls gonna talk when the boys go flock Yeah, I got the bread
in Parliament Trippin' until they twitchin', they sippin' and swallowin' gin But I keep a pussy wet enough to drown my sorrows in I'm followed by that black cloud
: No cloud, a sleepy calm, Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, And trees with rustling leaves, Only endless days without a care, Nothing
the score: 10-4. They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and
fear in my heart! Hold on, hold on No Fear, no fear in man?s heart! hold on hold on No cry, no cry! No bread, no butter for them to have at home No bread
but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud
running up to me. Make the scene at Cousin Jack's leave him put the bottles back mends his glasses that I cracked well that one's up to me. Buy a silver cloud
were oh so sweet Now you give me the bread and you take all the meat You're always screamin' and hollerin' loud I'm gonna buy me a ticket to the nearest cloud
: Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were