Who am I when I am not with you? Is it somewhere half away form here I've run in circles Ever since I almost feel from my stance I'm lost at home Better
on the carousel so around i spun (spun) with no directions just tryna get some (some) tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun) this is how i lost
the ocean. Waves of dog emotion. Howl on 'til you find your sailor. Howl on 'til he carries you home. Hear him calling for his master a sailor lost at
that shit [The Game] Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic Still chop it up at the table
at all Nothing's wrong or right, nor black or white Behind the hurt I see the lust come shining through What do I do Just like the rainbow, between mist and sun
long as I stand. I have risen victorious, seasons will return. (Sun unleash your light) Sun unleash your light (Guide me to my home) Guide me to my home
yourself and you'll kill the world first / I beg you now to change your ways, my home has been lost but the earth can be saved." / He looked at the world
the sun will rise just the same tomrorow but will you? time takes its toll and i guess you say its not that bad the day is over, home awaits anxiously
note and keep you here With me I want you here With me Tonight I'll take the long way home Won't you drink with me until the sun comes up? Look at what
what the papers say, they're normal as they come bodyguards, ball of wax, the hide behind the gun they get a panic pulse when they are so far from home
away and after all Out of the balance someone heard somebody call It became known then that the meaning had been lost what can we do? So at that moment
to make a livin' Workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from I was chasin' sun on 101 Somewhere around Ventura I lost a universal joint and I had
only a horizon And I'm ready for my sun... I'm ready for my sun to... I'm ready for my sun... I'm ready for my sun to set This is suicide season! If
of the fun On a carousel, so around I spun With no direction, just tryna get some Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun And so I lost more than
of stray bullets he made his way To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day Come the Fall, the rain flooded these homes In Ezekiel's valley of
them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done He turned his wheels into the fading sun For seven