and there's no one around Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed by My love for her is taking
lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure heat. Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced what
twenty miles out of town, Cold Irons bound. Well, the walls of pride are high and wide Can't see over to the other side It's such a sad thing to see beauty
'm a make these niggas feel it What I'm building is these pyramids, ya'll better be takin' me serious Some of ya'll ain't hearin' this, my heart is near
the boundclub. You all ride on top of all I ever drop. I give you all I got. Your beauty is my plot. Hear this one love shot. Bang, bang, bang, bang. This is
locked behind a frame All the color of your heart what?s a painter supposed to do There?s no stroke of any brush that could paint the likes of you Your sweet security, your elusive mystery Is
? where fruit is whole and gardens grow and children know what they see is what they see because down below where the weeds all grow all the land is thrown
, is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back
(feat. Layza Life, Mazur) [Intro: Buddha Monk] Ok, that's what it is, she give me [Buddha Monk] Now the topic for the day is how I got these butterflies
[Intro: Buddha Monk] Ok, that's what it is, she give me [Buddha Monk] Now the topic for the day is how I got these butterflies Long hair, chinky eyes
My broken heart is bleeding For your silver tears I won't forget As we kissed and our love had to be drowned Deep within my heart there is a place That
leave I'm hopeful, you made me hopeful and what is left behind tomorrow we might find the answers lay in riverbeds and dust the beautiful chaos in the head no, beauty is
hallowed halls, such emptiness abound Such silence deafening to ears, but what's this pounding on my chamber door? As if striking a hammer to bones Is
But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh hour Her beauty