of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and the queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file
of the sea means Farewell, Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jack and the queen Have forsake the courtyard. Fifty-two gypsies Now file
he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy
stream But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and I must leave The jacks and the queens they have forsake the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies
one knee Explodin' quasars confront me In the heavens I'm one legend, peace to Genie Many Shieks have seen me, many gypsies are misty Present from the
twilight Chains now rattle Screams of agony We?re all eyes See the king?s knight, Priests and followers Preparing their feast Their torches burning bright See the king
all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Chorus The king of the
tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching, Marching, marching King
map of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I?ll be following soon But how do I follow? What road to be choosing? Do I follow the star Or the gypsy king
the water of fire A terror in the flesh, a killer for hire California man I'm white line, "Homer" The unruly one they call the "Blond Bomber" Scooter gypsy
dreams A restless carefree bagabum a roving gypsy king He sang me through fairy lands of love while his guitar would ring Like the tone he soon was gone my roving gypsy king
-gypsy, I said a heartbreaking gypsy I said baby just, just come on home Hear me when I said, I said now oh gypsy Gypsy, gypsy, heartbreaking gypsy? Gypsy
of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I?ll be following soon But how do I follow? What road to be choosing? Do I follow the star Or the gypsy king
that Tune, some Sort of Croon Oh No No No, Oh My Brain I see them Gypsy Waggons left in the Snow Oh I must see that Lady, I have to know Gypsy Woman
Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy
WE UPHOLD Sky of blue sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all sadness and pain be relieved WE BELIEVE The breeze blows the leaves in the gypsy king
a whistle 'cause he just doesn't care My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens them all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies
the new improved hoop hop I make every muthafukka in this bitch, do the whop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop, why's that? Track Boy beats like a freak, work a king