Tekster:
No Greater Sky Here In Your Arms

here just brings me to tears It's hard enough we got to raise our kids to live in this world So full of hate with no fate, and you're killing your pearls

here's my plan You won't even get bread and water my man Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks With another wack rapper tied to your back

Get the fuck outta here, Nena Get the fuck outta here, Paper Get the fuck outta here, Wall Get the fuck outta here Yeah, I'ma spitter, you other cats

your arms around me As I tuck the kids in bed I don't know what you're doin' And I don't know where you are But I look up at that great big sky And

still are somehow this land And spend oh spend your life away Spend your spend your night away And waste and waste your life away Under the brightstarlight Under your

do what we're supposed to Right here in my arms, right here in my arms Right here in my arms, right here in my arms Right here in my arms

derivative works of this art-fag I need to be in arms reach of a barf bag Using a bland sci-fi lab kit No fan's hands will go sky-high for that shit

't stop me Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight Just might be, politely, leave your man

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