See the clouds adrift so far below Ever changing as they come and go; Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord
Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born
Of war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull just glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the
(feat. Swizz Beatz) Ey swizz, I hope they got they bread right! I know you got yours I got mine [Chorus:] Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) Big bank
! Bonjour! Bonjour! [Belle:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell
of little people Waking up to say: TOWNSFOLK Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! BELLE There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread
We can make you anyone By the morning we'll be gone The ministry of saints You're afraid to disappear beneath the waves Bread and circus, bread and wine
let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my
No cloud, a sleepy calm, Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, And trees with rustling leaves, Only endless days without a care, Nothing
the score: 10-4. They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and
were oh so sweet Now you give me the bread and you take all the meat You're always screamin' and hollerin' loud I'm gonna buy me a ticket to the nearest cloud
; This dame?s hot Lil? mamma handle herself on the pole I can throw some more fish off the same dock Clouds over my head Thunder and lightening She flashing for bread
