[Intro] New York, Put it on the flo'. New York, Put it on the flo'. (What!) (C'mon) Cali, Put it on the flo'. Cali, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it
I never knew my mother and the closest that I came Was a picture that my daddy showed to me When he held it in two calloused hands and told me son don
I am the spiders creepin', moonlight creature breathin' I am the fist that's beatin', I am the scum I am the demon freak, a monster I created I am the
It's just a thing with you A spacious place Infinite Dangerous Promising Black with white This night Years of tears, emotion Held like so... inside Autumn
Hey alright That killer's overpaid I never liked avenging angels How good are they? That killer's got it made Who's got the stones? Who's gonna be
I dreamt the red whale song Hold the moment strong Then the moment's gone I never can get enough Again without the words Again without the someone who
Undertow, you're thrown An old God has one bolt left In flight An aeroplane in slow motion While all around are dark days With all around unsure I'll
Even in the wreck house of a promise Even in the gem blow of an awe fist Everyone's an air flow through the blonde dirt Everyone's an asshole in the wonder
In light of my present mess In light of my mental weather's turn In light of all the crash and burn I'll open my mind as wide as ever The line behind
Two ripe for solar, tender rust Too unfortunate to wake up Not a problem, don't blame us In the warm of daylight's cunt In the black hole of cream and
Rev high Bend low and free the dead word When I stand up and feel the head burst When I stand out I'll hold it under When I stand down I won't be down
Then I woke, seven whole days gone The sunrise is perfect Taking aim, changing colours while it burns It made my stomach turn It made me quite unsure
Inside of a moment shines the wet unbelievable And broken with all the right drugs Beside every problem there's a rat under siege In time, in depth
In time I'll find why everyone out there In the painted sun Has already found their root...they've found home And I'm tired of beating every drum For
A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken, holding all weight for me the weight of me and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend so I'll turn
One night I fell Rolled over, caught some good air home Above a deep, ferocious hillside Hell and malfunction We know, need, feel, want We'll grow it
Can't think a straight line beyond the hill It seems like a mountain Next to an ocean, behind a thrill Almost in my reach If there's a way I could Feel
