As the sun fills the sky And tomorrow turns into today You are dreaming the morning away Are you dreaming of me? Think of the night All the time for our
[Scientology (Dianetics)] Listen to Ron Hubbard's son "Dad was con-man number one Through black magic dabbling And drugs his books were born" * Dianetics
el pulgar en la boca y me inflo como un globo? nos estacionamos en un arbol de algarrobo vamonos que el tiempo es oro la noche a da'o un estiron y tengo
Get up in the morning Pack myself a fresh one for my head Pour myself a cup of coffee Try to drag my sorry ass from bed There's only one way to start
All I ever get from you is breakfast dinner and tea Served with all the love that you possess So tomorrow I'll be off with nothing left in me Bar a helping
I pulled up in my red truck. She walked to the driver's side, and asked if she could ride shotgun, and warm up in the heat. So I said yeah, sure, get
A wrinkle in time Could set the whole world On the Axis of Bermuda. When forgetting is so easy, And I know you hate it so much. I would take care
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
I woke up in a Lego bedroom Sleeping in my burlap sack And all the mosquitos know I love you Can I love me just as much And I had breakfast with my shadow
[sampling Kate Nash - Skeleton Song] [Verse 1:] When the bass knock, the beat so hard Got the 808 drum to make your face knot Other rappers they chill
I think it was a Sunday morning Clouds in the sky Smiles on the faces Of people walking by There's no reason to be sad No reason to complain And if you
Hold the milk, put back the sugar they are powerless to console We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes from our late friend's cereal bowl. Breakfast Clubbers
Breakfast time, breakfast time The hands that tell me Five to nine Orange lights in orange lines Sparkle bright of souls entwine Pointting girl, sitting
[...But I've created my own monster] I regard them By force of habit It is so that's why I In a few days I will informally la la la la laugh Ha ha ha
Unfortunate positions That I have held They pale in to insignificance Now that I have experiences A Saturday that?s cold and black Is not the same And
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike Never uptight my high won't permit it my problem's life
[Words: Ritter, Music: Lenaire] [Scientology (Dianetics)] Listen to Ron Hubbard's son "Dad was con-man number one Through black magic dabbling And drugs