to jump in man I don't want the landlord kicking my door in you tired of getting high but you never know when and fuck around and get low again but you
beat And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart
what that's a damn lie Got red rye my man ride my fam tide So i need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit Someone to rob and steal wit Someone to
low, like a blind man swimming against the tide Don't be afraid of what you are Into it on the outside, out of it on the inside Tide, tide Watching, waiting
time! Time to make a break, it's time for you to take it, whip and out and shake it, KEATING and HAWKE: Time! KEATING: Time and time again, you might
them to discover From another time, another galaxy Resonated alter Left behind all traces of legacy Useless gods, the fault of Man To the sun's red tide
(feat. Braille) [Intro] On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see [x3] Ha Braille, a little louder [Braille] My last
to cornrows the style of the day But now as of late, you can tell anyway Man, he don't stress the hair let it curl and shape And then grow parallel to
its feet again. I'm just getting my head back on its feet again. Well nobody's dying??? And no I ain't ill. I've got a lady I love and I've paid all
heart all over again To break a man?s heart, all you need is pain You?ve got me so messed up, ?bout to go insane You break a man?s heart, and don?t say
where i was born he played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn he soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn and they all
hide in an empty apartment with a matress and no protection, with a New York psycho Bombshells in the Hollywood section I'm pressin bells and bells and
their staunch determination and ferocious iron will, no tyranny would quell them in their task. It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message: that time and tide waiteth for no man
Hell and thangs, back forth through jail and thangs In them cells and thangs drivin my brain insane Thinkin when I'ma get out the county and get my mail again
And I've been waiting in the weeds Waiting for my time to come around again and Hope is floating on the breeze Carrying my soul high up above the ground and
end Strung out again Standing, smiling on some fantasy island Waiting for the moon to pull again But the tides coming in And I'm strung out again Strung out again
walkers connected and.... I shout grate the biscuits Grip the slip and repeat it Baby boys in the puddle And mothers sent us to pen again This is the big fear And