left, broken when I'm walking the ceiling Im creasing, Im dreaming, So close, Im walking the ceiling, So wasted, In feeling, Come close im walking the ceiling
I feel your fists And I know it's out of love And I feel the whip And I know it's out of love And I feel your burning eyes burning holes Straight
Cleveland We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling season Bottom line money is power And the power mean muscle Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
I know you don't know the reason and it's cold, a sign of the season 'cause you're old, and battered and beaten and we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling
got em Now they ready to shout [Chorus:] So, don't touch me nigga, you might burn yourself (Ha) Don't touch me nigga, you might burn yourself We got
No ceiling on hard living Peace keepers keep on breathing Can't deny eye for eye It's open season Dictate to my reason She devils ruling Britain Hey girl
, now you're a woman I joked about your turned-up nose And criticized your school girl clothes But would I then have paced these roads to love you For seasons come and seasons
We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling season Bottom line money is power and the power mean muscle Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
there Now you take a ride On that yellow elevator Seeing through golden light Pierce that ceiling with the light that you find Try behold the spirit it can burn
, and all bad things get known. And I know about you. I know about you. I know the ceiling when it starts to burn. I know the season when it starts to
No ceiling on hard living Peace keepers keep on breathing Can't deny eye for eye It's open season Dictate to my reason She devils ruling and Britain Hey
, I know, you don't know the reason An' it's cold, a sign of the season 'Cause you're old an' battered an' beaten And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling
fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream. By birth I am other than this. The mosquitoes rejoice in my skin. The lizard is on the ceiling
your devotion I feel your fists And I know it's out of love And I feel the whip And I know it's out of love I feel your burning eyes burning holes
in rapture Seething inertia's cave Dementia echoes from the ceiling Staring down Heavens eyes are bleeding From black stars in crimson rain Seasons
more, now you're a woman I joked about your turned-up nose And criticized your school girl clothes But would I then have paced these roads to love you Seasons come and seasons
