hills I can't hear 'em calling Headed for the hills Headed for the hills Headed for the hills I can't hear 'em calling Headed for the hills I can't hear 'em calling
in my memory where my mind used to be. Tell me why Can I find no relief in my heart. I reside In a world that has fallen apart. Out of my mind, baby
'll be back) now I'm alone and ontop of it all, looking deep in the back of my mind (looking deep in the back of my mind) I realised the key to a happy
homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin
homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol
local Pimpin! [Baatin] As for my memory, we were meant to be I am the soul Melchazidek, from the D Role of the world, ever see, who got the Key Its gonna
shit, nigga They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-cape Y'all niggaz bring the gorillas I done ate They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-bitch That
the mind, and how it is retained and used. As the silence of seasons on we relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing of the velvet
though I know you're here, right by my side I feel so insecure intuition calls to mind the memory of a cold december night it was only you and I a true
That's right Sha mon [Chorus: Awa] We can make it happen For tonight We can make it happen If you like [Verse 1: Sabre] Don't mind me slip in on the low key
Anti-Social, Anti-Visual, Anti-Vocal I'm bottled in a bottle like a ship built in it I dream nightmares through the window and my window is tinted Memories
ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
remain Forever, in the empty moments of life The moonlight shadows hunting in the night As we see the nocturnal emptiness in the sky (so high)... Imprisoned by the memories
without that chill at morning Long nights time out of mind Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give