Tea And Thoughts - Johnny Rain, Malanda

Tea And Thoughts - Johnny Rain, Malanda

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11
Год
2015
Язык
`Angļu`
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214070

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Tea And Thoughts

Johnny Rain, Malanda

Times keep changing

I’m followed by 12 disciples with 9 lives inside my tyrant mind

I burn 6J's with three masons

The math equals forever

I’ve never been terrified to die, n****

So forever I’ll keep chasing

My biggest fear is being the young position

I’m a master more than a Christian

More than a Buddhist, more than a Muslim

What is false religion?

What is 13 descendants inside a haunted pentagram with chains, whips and

bitches believing in paradigm?

Love is the vision

Love is the vision

Why?

The sun went back

Tell me what you see

I know a million fall

Bowing at your feet

I hope you warm up

I hope you warm up

Your diamonds on my back

Shining bright as the sun

There’s something in your heart

Don’t you say you’re gonna

I know you warm up

I hope you warm up

Finger on that trigger

Finger on that trigger

Finger on that trigger

I hope you warm up

I hope you warm up

Finger on that trigger

I hope you

Run, run, run, run, run, run…

Finger on that trigger

I hope you

Run

Soul religion

The crucifixion of an Egyptian pyramids' third eye vision misguided from gods

peripheral

Baby boy turned blue, blue turned baby gun powder — fists forgot power so shoot

Inject this freedom, America

Brainwash the mind with soap water for currency

Soul swiped the body, exchange image for bogus — you run

Don’t turn back to be, turn in to one

Love and also passion endorses passion and thinks you do find love — or

revolution.

Escape the paradox being the mind is a trap if its on a box.

It’s four corners but, even math can be turned into one

I could be honest, we all lust for the same thing: Flash, Fame, Money, Cars,

Girls.

But ask old Robert Johnson what all happened when he caught the blues at the

crossroads

I say: Extend your arms to whatever it is that you do love but don’t let it

kill you.

Open fists, enough air to pray that your soul is more gold than appearance of

blacks who pay for your tea and thoughts.

Your peace and mind.

And the one that you are.

Run, run, run, run.

Finger on that trigger

I hope you run.

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