*humming* Hey you How are you doing? Good, I hope. I wanted to share a small snippet of time, and you were there, mostly, at least in my thoughts. The
sleep How long, how long (long and drawn out) Muddy River runs so deep How long, how long (long and drawn out) Good night baby, rock yourself to sleep, Sleep tight baby, rock yourself to sleep
Go to sleep at night without her on your mind In a second it appears Followed by familiar tears Like a long lost friend Every now and then [Chorus] [Instrumental
when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals So here we go, got a gun - should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental
with the heroes of the devil's arcade You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin [Instrumental
sober sucks I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit Crazy motha fucker in need of a strait jacket Rap it, grab the track and face bash it Every instrument
my dick, I'm tryin to study my script (You better quit while you're) I got politicians callin 'cause I'm influential Beat makers want my voice on their instrumentals
my head straight It's like tryin to go up but held down by dead weight Walk on lands and stay interesting Nine albums dropped and I can't play an instrument
HIGH!), when I say it on the track! (ON THE TRACK!) And I say it with a Gat! (WITH A GAT!) - I never gon' sleep! (NEVER GON' SLEEP!) Fuckin' hit 'em up
: [Music: Henriksson] [Words: Stanne] Fast fading roses Non-lingering words Scythe be my instrument Through dreams I now rage No guidance is me offered
: [recorded live at the l'amour, ny, 9/25/1986 with chris collins on vocals.] [available on the "no sleep since brooklyn/instrumental iii" cd. ] [these
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ruined it now, I hope you go to sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience
hopeless stream? Wishing life were made of lasting visions in eternal sleep And if that rest were filled with sorrow still we'd sleep. In the madness
rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo) Murderin' cats is like that real [Verse Two: Ghostface] Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov' Sleeper
Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills Being
: You are to me ev'rything, My life to be, ev'rything, When in my sleep you appear Fair skies of deep blue appear Each time our lips touch again