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Album: Sam Stone
By:
Public Light

Duration

3:21

Genres

Bust It Like Busta

Description

A song about the one and only all seeing everything. Just observations on the daily life of Sam Stone.

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Lyrics

Check it out, she's coming now, and i'm cursed with the full moon fever. She's a screamer, she tugs and she pulls, she shines on the pole, but only for the day, and you will stay, as long as you are told. Heaven's been calling my name for a while now, still just a spec of dust in the whole cloud of nothingness, But its pretty out here, and I'm pretty sure the clouds do songs here, We can light a match and spit Everclear, to see if this fog ever clears, cuz its been two hundred years and my dick's still hard I've ridden the stars through the sexy milky way, I've been kicked out of bars for drinking hard like the way, when the boys are back in town, and there's no birdies floating around, the whisky's pouring down the throats of many a young men Testosterone and shooting stars, falling stardust hits the nose pretty hard, but multi colored muscle flexing, beats long deep pencil pushing. This pen bleeds ink for you pretty baby, these rhymes are true and I got plenty, Probably infinity if you really want to count, or believe in believing if you got any doubts Cuz i've been around and karma said that i'd be back, I'll grab the moon by the waist, and flip her on her back, and stare into her eyes, and hope she stares back, Cuz this light of mine, is slowly fading back to black. Its a cold world sitting alone on this earth, and since birth i've been justifying my worth, am I the same as the kids who romp around these streets, or am I something deeper like the roots in the sea Believe me please, for all that I am, I'm just a white man, I know but I see you as the same as I am, A human fucking being, with dreams and lives worth leading, getting stoned on the cross, and the wounds still bleeding, trying to get a point across but still just bleeding Screaming for help but Hermes is drunk and misleading, his wings must be broke cuz the words keep feeting, flying away with the crows of the night, trying to catch the doves who took flight last night, Wishing answers would come, so I could sleep tight.

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