I'm lost, hearing all the things we say, looks like another day of wasting life. I ned a simple place where I can go and
My hippie boy don't want to be a man, My hippie boy don't want to understand, My hippie boy lives in a Volkswagon van. Hippie
When the man spoke, the people listened And they followed him to death I was the closest to him And this I must confess
the scene can dream all the flowers in bloom. This garden will stay here and hold me for sister moon. Higher we fly to her worship the crying monsoon
Its not hard to reach back to the day underneath an Iowa sun running to the tower of Waterloo looking for the Sullivan train
I didn't know if this was right. But I'll remember this night for the rest of my life You'd never hurt me the way I hurt myself.
I think I'll try my luck at Flo and Normandie and have some dude beat the living crap out of me he haunts me, he taunted me
Busy, busy, I'm so busy, I've got no time for you. Sleazy, sleazy, you say I'm sleazy for all the things I put you through.
I'm a necropheliac and I'm all right I work it all day, work all night I'm a necropheliac looking for reaction my deviancy
I could have died maybe I should have died when I saw you walk inside and has you shut the door I put my eyes back on the floor when
Rolling thunder Like the blood from your hands Like a voice that commands Rain drops fall But I doubt that he's listening This world is a gutter
You fell asleep Just to make me feel bad Denied me your body And made me feel dead Since it went wrong It has never been the same But everything changes
monsoon, love is a monsoon Goosebumps all around my skin Whenever you come into the room Fresh wild smell of jasmine Love is a monsoon, love is a monsoon
do it Kanye West, c'mon turn me up And Black Thought, c'mon turn me up And Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up And Talib Kweli in the house with Guerrilla monsoon
i?ll think of you together we?ll be running somewhere new and nothing can hold me back from you through the monsoon through the monsoon just me and you through the monsoon
the moon can turn the tides It can pull the tears and take ?em from our eyes And make ?em into monsoons And turn ?em into monsoon-er or later they?ll
haven't lost my respect I'm here to serve and protect What shape of insanity Keeps leading you back to me? So put your hands across the water Oh my Sharon Monsoon
and Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and Talib Kweli in the house with [Hook: Kanye West] Guerrilla monsoon rap -