, be Your satellite (Be Your satellite) To this world I'm shining like a star (Burning through the night) Reflect Your love, be Your satellite (Be Your satellite
givin' classes And by the looks of these grades niggas ain't passin' No, it's crazy how these niggas think They be actin' like I ain't like Howard in the paint Like trees
the zone Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots Bag of leaves and the chronic trees
touch anything beauty queen, I might behave you can stick your newborn inside the microwave Cause I'm afraid it might grow up to be the shit and right now, I'm satellite
There?s a place that I?ve found As far as I can see This place lies within The depths of my dreams In a garden surrounded By fire and trees Through the
turning On a simple line day by day The earth spins on its axis One man struggle while another relaxes We sang about the sun and danced among the trees
listenin to my favorite song, leanin in my ride chokin tell my dawg to hit this weed feel like im .... pass out thought i had exclusive trees until he
Flowers in the ground they wilt way Sun in the sky it fades away Make the funniest shapes from the cloud so grey The breeze in the trees they blow my
the fields I've been walking by myself I've been thinking about you again Maybe one day I'll tell you how I feel See the light of the satellite tower
on turning On a simple line day by day The earth spins on its axis One man struggles while another relaxes We sang about the sun and danced among the trees
christ Except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite Searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree
the countryside Has ended up in tears on a stormy night ?Cause you can?t follow my directions home But don?t stop now God knows where the satellite?
a heart that's locked or been broken By the pain of words not spoken Or shot by guns a still smokin' Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa Or drive by bang
half-tone dark Indian 9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles Got tackled by
Turn off the lights; pull the sheets down tight, We?re being watched by satellite. Put my ring under loose floorboards, They can?t know my life before
