Baby, I crave your touch, I want your lips on mine Don't bid me pleasant dreams, goodnight Leaving hands to long, allowing skin to cool, please don't I step into you
no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss
like you ever coming back you fucking idiot. The carnival emerges only when you bout to die, and right now mother fucker you are dead in the sky. So come
there? I've got mice here! Alright! What up y'all? Welcome to the show I'm Shaggy, like you don't fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes "Ha
and) fertility I want to see the Great Kings rule again I want to grow the grapes For the Canaanites I want to sail upon the seven seas I want to see
no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin' you dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her
. and I hear my alarm Rushed to the phone, I called Vietnam He's asleep so I leave a message At the tone, you know time is of essence Quickly I jumped straight into
off the name I'm makin' Talkin' all that shit like you can get some You just a sucka, you can't get a fuckin' crumb Man I'm the real Raw, all y'all others
you know you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step
you havin' some kind of a panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? An' when you have one, what the fuck do you do? Well I'll be sittin' there, enjoyin'
like you ever coming back you fucking idiot. The carnival emerges only when you bout to die, and right now mother fucker you are dead in the sky. So
, you about dead in the sky So come and put your soul up on the murder-go-round And we'll strap you down and send you into oblivion I got a spike for
you ever coming back you fucking idiot. The carnival emerges only when you bout to die, and right now mother fucker you are dead in the sky. So come and
they will get you and blow it Man I did I dun I got it fuck it I admit it I stole it I'm that nigga I know it So come get it and you think you can hold
left me so warm and so high But as I stepped back outside to the gray morning sun I heard that highway whisper and sigh, "Are you ready to fly?" And I looked into
Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where
ranch they call Number Fifty-One You can't see it at all 'Less your flying by Just sitting there square Baking in the sun Beneath the sky, sky, sky, sky
