ditchin you clutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your sounds It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around Relax your mind and let your conscience
to the sea, looking east Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod And where power and position are equated with the grace of
Carter (Hey Sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (Ahh. Another one huh? What we got?) Your first patient (Yeah) Is suffering from a lack of
The soul in a rock and roll song Just like you I could sure use Someone to lean on You may love upon a masa Desert sky light a laze in a rose I fell
along So it's alright if you change your mind the other way around again I shouldn't have to spell my name So start the two way monologues that speak your mind
my head I like a song that captures my heart With a sweet melody I like the blue sky in the morning Reflecting on the sea I like the sound of a birdsong
on to you Chorus: She came to me like an angel when everything was torn apart Erasing all the madness she came and blessed a broken heart Listen to the sound Grace
make, it's the dreams we share The friends we find in our short time here It's knowing God's grace, the touch of a hand Holding a baby, calling mom and
, na (Alarm is gone, yeah) I'm tripping in my mind She's telling me things I know not, baby I'm a loving guy Picking it up right now I'm on a winning
vivid of dreams Picture before you The living word He did ascend away To prepare a place Let the sound together hold you To the humble he has given grace
stayed in my bed Youa??re gonna long for The sound of me opening the door But Ia??m just gonna listen to you knock instead I hear the ringin down a
it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously
is but Spinderella's not a fella what you say? Spinderella's not a fella that's ok Spinderella's not a fella watch her play Spinderella's not a fella but a
your negativity has been recycled into motivation And I am still the American dream Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me I
I haven't a reason, a clue or a sign I haven't the slightest idea Of the shape of your heart or the state of your mind Do you ever let anyone near Do
But like a thief it takes time to be this great Ha, so just wait Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place And I?m just grace, one, uno,
playin' wit fire All the childhood issues wit tha devil out to getcha Got my mind on my gun and I'm and the shell pull a pistol If you a thug my nigga be a
done unfold let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my mind on a mill on a mission tryin to get
