it feels like to be alone, but you'll truly never know. Always rolling, tossing and turning. Fighting off the demons you have long been yearning for.
can keep Of all of the dreams Is this one still out of reach ??? Its early fall There's a cloud in the New York skyline Innocence...dragged across a yellow
you, that's when I see you [Chorus] If the rain falls hard, I know where you are I know where you are if the rain falls If the rain falls hard, I know
Faded pictures, yellow from time. Well worn memories of days gone by. Needing someone and nobody?s there. These are the things broken dreams are made
, those curtains not to fall Arabian nights, Arabian nights And there's no way out for me, this dream will capture me for years Yellow night
nigga just get fucked up for this one? [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't
to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for
ain?t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh but now I?m eating off of rather yellow gold exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes but
broom-cupboard, Where he had control as far as the fall, When his hand covered wet hair. She took over among furniture wax, Dust, the cloying yellow
worth it And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time tellin you something that'll hurt you Its your fault for anything if you done stand for something thats for
your dreams turn bittersweet with voodoo doll philosophies day glo holy trinities the crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard pilgrims march to compostelo ( * ) visions of their saint in yellow
heard a siren scream Pulled over to the corner And I fell into a dream There were two men eating pennies And three young girls who cried The West coast is falling
day please stay well now i am three thousand miles from a rainy day with my dearest lovers fathers dreaming of the fall mother covers with the shall brothers in the yellow
had a dream but I called it a plan A stream of hopes that I figured would serve me well But then the dream turned sour Sometimes your dreams aren't the
full throttle, headed to the guap IGot, money in my pocket IGot, girls scream my name IGot, every shoe you name IGot, iGot, iGot Girls screaming for me IGot, girls dreaming for
