with golden bars is feeling small and you suffocate as you hear those old songs play... Don't you wish you hadn't wished...for your luxury You bruised your hands
Lay it on me, baby Lay it on me, oh Lay it on me Lay it on me, baby Lay it on me, oh Lay it on me Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh Put your hands
all you have to do is believe the impossible And wish upon my magic mirror Believe in miracles, so dreamers always dream forever, forever Possibilities in your hand
human scale, follow revelations plan It must come to pass, secret shadows lie Blue print haunting dreams in which manipulation wins Speak no hidden fears
, so all you have to do is believe the impossible And wish upon my magic mirror Believe in miracles, so dreamers always dream forever, forever Possibilities in your hand
in motion my imagination's miles A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my Young trials lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden
deserted station restless in anticipation a man waits in the shadows. His restless eyes leap and scratch at all that they can touch or catch hidden
And though going young so much undone Is a tragedy for everyone It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things No special sense that hidden hands are
worst, and hope for the best, and the rest is written. Some wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hidden. Could
on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands, stacked up And I got somethin' hidden
wish the way that I dressed Was your favorite kind of style I wish you couldn't figure me out But you'd always wanna know what I was about I wish you'd hold my hand
Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden
the left-hand side With a sideways smile And I'm always One step from stalling Bad trips can make great stallers Baby dance all night With your ass on fire And your hands
Like a beat up boat that never made it to the shore Like an old love letter hidden in the bottom drawer Like a shiny penny heads up on the ground I've
(Cagan) I can count the teardrops hidden from your eyes I can hear the sadness that your smile belies Thought I heard a whisper Did it come from you
sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to make mills, uh My nigga phats bossalini tells all the block cats Got a hundred hidden in the
that plan was cancelled, betta give up Betta throw yo hands up, here comes the man The gloves on the other hand Got on my knees, crossed my legs, then threw up my hands