on grief, on tragedy; You paint the pictures you want them to see. I'm just a dark star, inhabiting a silent void, Spinning in the darkness, orbiting
Oversættelse: Fisk. Dark Star.
I rather spit something that gotta purp' Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes
the best in general, You know I ball and I ain't talkin' bout genitals, Imma shark you can't catch me with no fishing pole, In the dark you can see me
but a dreamer wishing on a star I have nothing, nothing but pure imagination, hoping it can take me far I keep repeating in the dark, she said it didn
' the medieval Shall remain in the ordained Byzantine Empire Take you higher one stage is a mass of fire, but sting like Nigger your arch rival Constantine, Dark
From the right brain ascension maintained Rolling through like a burning flame Like a super nova star She be the light when they in the dark Morning, the moon pass the sun Four constellations start
time tomorrow Take the R out of brotha, but I ain't trying to botha Verse: (E-40) MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AKs, alley ways, Shallow, grim, dark murky
way down) Verse: (Barbie Hatch) All of me loved the gathering dark Through the wires of my cold heart He was calling His eyes wre like falling I burst like a star
?s easy to miss what really goes on, but I have seen miracles in every way and it have seen miracles every day, Oceans spanding beyond my site, and a million stars
the lights are glowin' with the mists of June And the whole world is lit up by the Culver Moon Baby I'm gonna love you 'til the stars come down 'Til
vagabond with a fishing pole He whistles but he cannot sing It's an awful tune but very soon I find that I am whistling too And your window is like a star
He was brought up in a house of women In a city of heat that gave its children Faith in the fable of coral and fish, Told them the world was something
Sailor Sally was her name Workin for the Pub-Marine Fish and chips and gasoline smelled on her ginger hair On high heels, so stumblin? Crooned a song
There's a ring around the moon tonight And a chill in the air And a fire in the stars that hang So near, so near There's a sound in the wind that blows
There's a love in my life neither mistress or wife And she waits for me every morning by the sea Where the fishing hawk wheels and the sun warms the seals
There's a cabin in a valley my grandpa built on your land Your mountains are a canvas for the Maker's hand Tonight I'm fishing up a river if only in my
