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re: What are some of your favorite musical lyrics?
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:25 pm to UMRealist
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:25 pm to UMRealist
quote:
".....there late at night, if I listen real close,
the Spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks;
And I hear my father, and his dad before,
And all those brave Aggies who never came back for more."
--"We Bleed Maroon" (Granger Smith)
quote:
"It's a dead end search, it's a nowhere thread,
looking for the living down among the dead.
No devil in hell, no angel above;
can separate the saints from the love of God!"
--"No Grave" (Newsboys)
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Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:25 pm to OBReb6
You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights
Ifs the slowest corner known to man
Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
With a bottle wavin' in your hand
You got just enough money for some nothin' to go
It ain't exactly what you planned
So lonesome that you can't even say hello
And no one seems to understand
Chorus
So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue
Travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
You wandered away from your childhood home
Nobody cared to trace
The tracks you laid
You traveled by night
And you traveled alone
Came to rest at a penny arcade
Well, the last shots over
On a Saturday night You wake up in the beam
Of a cop's flashlight
He asks you who you are as if you
Knew or you cared
He asks you where you live
And you say nowhere
Chorus
I don't know where I got it
But, I got it the same
It's a feelin' that'll rip you apart
It follows me around
Like a part of my name
Like I'm born with a time bomb
Instead of a heart
Chorus
Robert Earl Keen
Ifs the slowest corner known to man
Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
With a bottle wavin' in your hand
You got just enough money for some nothin' to go
It ain't exactly what you planned
So lonesome that you can't even say hello
And no one seems to understand
Chorus
So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue
Travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
You wandered away from your childhood home
Nobody cared to trace
The tracks you laid
You traveled by night
And you traveled alone
Came to rest at a penny arcade
Well, the last shots over
On a Saturday night You wake up in the beam
Of a cop's flashlight
He asks you who you are as if you
Knew or you cared
He asks you where you live
And you say nowhere
Chorus
I don't know where I got it
But, I got it the same
It's a feelin' that'll rip you apart
It follows me around
Like a part of my name
Like I'm born with a time bomb
Instead of a heart
Chorus
Robert Earl Keen
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:27 pm to Silverstein
Backstreet's back alright! Backstreet Boys
I just take a look at my enormous peeeeeeeeenis by whoever it is
I just take a look at my enormous peeeeeeeeenis by whoever it is
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:29 pm to sulley
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:31 pm to UMTigerRebel
you've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything
You've got to be your own man not a puppet on a string
Never compromise what's right and uphold your family name
You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything
-Aaron Tippin
It's a late night show on the radio
Going down the road with the Wolfman
Lightning bugs all around moonlight shining down
On little sleepy towns down in the flatlands
I can still hear momma calling son it's time to come on in
When the darkness started falling...
Everybody gathered round the table, amen
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze wish I'd never left you
Spent enough time in that old rat race
Goin on back in the delta
Barbecues, back porch stews, and the guitar blues just about sundown
Mockingbird melodies, watermelon memories...
Cruisin the streets downtown
Hot summer night down on the levy
She spread the blanket on the ground
There ain't no feeling like the first time
When the innocence is lost and love is found
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze almost reach and touch you
Been a long time and I missed your face
Goin on back to the delta
I'm tired of searching for the answers
Always out there on the run
I'm goin back to where my heart is...
Down on Highway 61
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze almost reach and touch you
Been a long time and I missed your face
Goin on back to the delta
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze wish I'd never left you
Had enough time in that old rat race
Goin on back to the delta
John Anderson
You've got to be your own man not a puppet on a string
Never compromise what's right and uphold your family name
You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything
-Aaron Tippin
It's a late night show on the radio
Going down the road with the Wolfman
Lightning bugs all around moonlight shining down
On little sleepy towns down in the flatlands
I can still hear momma calling son it's time to come on in
When the darkness started falling...
Everybody gathered round the table, amen
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze wish I'd never left you
Spent enough time in that old rat race
Goin on back in the delta
Barbecues, back porch stews, and the guitar blues just about sundown
Mockingbird melodies, watermelon memories...
Cruisin the streets downtown
Hot summer night down on the levy
She spread the blanket on the ground
There ain't no feeling like the first time
When the innocence is lost and love is found
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze almost reach and touch you
Been a long time and I missed your face
Goin on back to the delta
I'm tired of searching for the answers
Always out there on the run
I'm goin back to where my heart is...
Down on Highway 61
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze almost reach and touch you
Been a long time and I missed your face
Goin on back to the delta
Mississippi Moon hangin in the haze wish I'd never left you
Had enough time in that old rat race
Goin on back to the delta
John Anderson
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:38 pm to deltaland
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
We got 900 dollars and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that check
Next day we heard the story on the local radio
We made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And I swear we would have made it if it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault
There were men and dogs and helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped out into the light
He told his men to turn us loose they put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
So they left us by the roadside down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home
So we turned around to face our fate hung over but alive
On that mornin' in late April, Oklahoma, 1995
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Robert Earl Keen
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
We got 900 dollars and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that check
Next day we heard the story on the local radio
We made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And I swear we would have made it if it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault
There were men and dogs and helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped out into the light
He told his men to turn us loose they put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
So they left us by the roadside down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home
So we turned around to face our fate hung over but alive
On that mornin' in late April, Oklahoma, 1995
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Robert Earl Keen
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:39 pm to UMRealist
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:43 pm to mwlewis
Strap them kids in give 'em a little bit of vodka
In a Cherry Coke, we're going to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talking and he's just too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and from west Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you never saw
Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell
My cousin Roscoe, Slayton's oldest boy
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people
Where they do things different thought he'd just come down
He was going to Dallas, Texas in a semi truck
Called from that big McDonald's, you know the one that's built up
On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Rogers Turnpike
Took the Big Cabin exit, stopped and bought a cartons of cigarettes
At that Indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from some little town
Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two a champions now for two years running
But he says they won't be this year, no they won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at that Pop's Knife and Gun place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple full cases
Of that steel core ammo with the Berdan primers
From some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em
And a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol
I mean, 50 caliber made by bad arse Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old bar of Slayton's
Soon's it gets dark we're gonna have us a time
We're gonna have us a time
Ruth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs
And that's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That's got them Rolling Stones lips up there
in bright pink neon
And they ride down town where everyone can see 'em
And they burn all night, you know they burn all night
You know they burn all night
Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time
Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots
He sells 'em owner financed strictly to them
That's got no kind of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers
When they miss that payment, then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
He drinks his Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit O' Benadryl
And a Cherry Coke we're goin' to Oklahoma
Gonna have us a time, gonna have us a time
James McMurtry
In a Cherry Coke, we're going to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talking and he's just too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and from west Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you never saw
Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell
My cousin Roscoe, Slayton's oldest boy
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people
Where they do things different thought he'd just come down
He was going to Dallas, Texas in a semi truck
Called from that big McDonald's, you know the one that's built up
On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Rogers Turnpike
Took the Big Cabin exit, stopped and bought a cartons of cigarettes
At that Indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from some little town
Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two a champions now for two years running
But he says they won't be this year, no they won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at that Pop's Knife and Gun place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple full cases
Of that steel core ammo with the Berdan primers
From some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em
And a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol
I mean, 50 caliber made by bad arse Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old bar of Slayton's
Soon's it gets dark we're gonna have us a time
We're gonna have us a time
Ruth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs
And that's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That's got them Rolling Stones lips up there
in bright pink neon
And they ride down town where everyone can see 'em
And they burn all night, you know they burn all night
You know they burn all night
Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time
Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots
He sells 'em owner financed strictly to them
That's got no kind of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers
When they miss that payment, then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
He drinks his Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit O' Benadryl
And a Cherry Coke we're goin' to Oklahoma
Gonna have us a time, gonna have us a time
James McMurtry
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:44 pm to mwlewis
I know it's Kenny Chesney, but I love this song.
You Save Me.
Every now and then I get a little lost
My strings all get tangled, my wires all get crossed
Every now and then I'm right up on the edge
Dangling my toes out over the ledge
I just thank God you're here
'Cause when I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
'Cause when I'm a firecracker comin' undone
Or when I'm a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me
It's hard lovin' a man that's got a gypsy soul
I don't know how you do it, I'm not sure how you know
The perfect thing to say to save me from myself
You're the angel that believes in me like nobody else
And I thank God you do
'Cause when I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
When I'm a firecracker coming undone
When I'm a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me
I know I don't tell you nearly enough
That I couldn't live one day without your love
When I'm a ship tossed around on the waves
Up on a highwire that's ready to break
When I've had just about all I can take
Baby you, baby you save me
When I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
When I'm a firecracker coming undone
When I'm a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me
You Save Me.
Every now and then I get a little lost
My strings all get tangled, my wires all get crossed
Every now and then I'm right up on the edge
Dangling my toes out over the ledge
I just thank God you're here
'Cause when I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
'Cause when I'm a firecracker comin' undone
Or when I'm a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me
It's hard lovin' a man that's got a gypsy soul
I don't know how you do it, I'm not sure how you know
The perfect thing to say to save me from myself
You're the angel that believes in me like nobody else
And I thank God you do
'Cause when I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
When I'm a firecracker coming undone
When I'm a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me
I know I don't tell you nearly enough
That I couldn't live one day without your love
When I'm a ship tossed around on the waves
Up on a highwire that's ready to break
When I've had just about all I can take
Baby you, baby you save me
When I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
When I'm a firecracker coming undone
When I'm a fugitive ready to run, all wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:46 pm to UMRealist
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows..
Queen
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows..
Queen
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:47 pm to UMTigerRebel
Rain makes corn
Corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes mah baby a lil bit frisky
Corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes mah baby a lil bit frisky
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:49 pm to sulley
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:50 pm to deltaland
What? Can I not like country music. It's just such a catchy line
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:51 pm to sulley
That's not country music.
You can like shitty pop country music all you like, and I will continue to you
You can like shitty pop country music all you like, and I will continue to
you Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:53 pm to deltaland
What about Johnny Cash? Is he good in your eyes? Cuz I love me some Cash
Posted on 12/16/13 at 8:57 pm to deltaland
I also love the line
GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE! by Queen.
GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE! by Queen.
Posted on 12/16/13 at 9:05 pm to UMTigerRebel
quote:
I know it's Kenny Chesney, but I love this song.
I may not like all his music but he picks songs with solid lyrics
Posted on 12/16/13 at 9:08 pm to UMRealist
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
-neutral milk hotel
The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines and you ain't land
-modest mouse
I'm living in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my arse
-Yeezy
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
-neutral milk hotel
The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines and you ain't land
-modest mouse
I'm living in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my arse
-Yeezy
Posted on 12/16/13 at 9:15 pm to UMRealist
Easy......I'm the pinnacle, that means I reign supreme. I don't eat Oreos I eat cool j cookies.
/thread.
/thread.
Posted on 12/16/13 at 9:17 pm to iluvredboxx
Whenever you dream you're holding the key
it opens the door to let you be free.......
it opens the door to let you be free.......
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