Traduction: Paul Oakenfold. Southern Sun (Chill Out Solar Stone Remix).
I surface from the haze i see the real reasons why i'm so over my head it seems unclear mistakes it's hold our whole world is gonna break it's
I look back and I'm amazed That my thoughts were so clear and true; That three words went through my mind endlessly, Repeating themselves like a broken
The summer breeze blows soft and slow and in my arms, I know, you know the tender seeds we so gently sow can only wonder what went wrong and when
It's alright x2 OOOOoooo As shadows follow light so the world becomes a stage. Day slips into night & the music never fades. You touch me in the
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock
mother nature) the hydroponic scene found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of my stone cloud taste the thinnest of oxygen (oxygen) rising higher a stoner
scene (scene) found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of my stone cloud taste the thinnest of oxygen (oxygen) rising higher a stoner cuz
me how I'm getting home You too fine to be laying down in bed alone I can teach you how to speak my language Rosetta stone I swear this life is like
youth, I once depended on proof, now I'm in the flow. There are things I know beyond knowing. Seems growing. I lift ya of the earth, mundane and glum, out the solar
poems 80 shilling ale 79 star trek episodes 78 revolutions per minute 77 developing nations 76 trombones 75 sperms 74 guns 73 lunar eclipses 72 virgins 71 solar
seas between us shrink in a blink Where we can dream of the day Sea sprayed, Sonoma sunrise eyes, and tiger lily lips Witness the Tigris spilling over and over, pupil solar
battle ever had But if you dont go now, then you might not never. You might call me a medic And move foreward So sick of the solar Hear bombs drop But
grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone
[Kool Keith] This is a message - yeah To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin? You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz Fuck
burn Sun don't shine no more Late one night, sorrow come round Scratching at my door But I cut my hands And break my back Draggin' this bag of stones
diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin stones
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets, address me stone