and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds pass by. God hovers over us and shrieks We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur
at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself Some take the right and, some take the left But lo and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance
Puffy? Can you read us a bedtime story, please? Huh? Please? [Puff Daddy] Alright check this out right here Woke up smoked up, broked up What I had left