Do you believe in heaven in above Do you believe in love Don’t tell a lie Don’t be false or untrue It all comes back to you Open fire on my burning heart I’ve never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss or a frown I can’t survive on my own If a girl walks in And carves her name in my heart I’ll turn and run away Everyday we’ve all been lead astray It’s hard to be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes It’s making you cry Don’t know what to do Looking for love Calling heaven above Send me an angel Right now
Empty dreams can only disappoint In a room behind your smile But don’t give up Don’t give up You can be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes It’s making you cry Don’t know what to do Looking for love Calling heaven above Send me an angel Right now
I’m living in that 21st century doin’ something mean to it Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music
No one man should have all that power The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power (21st century Schizoid Man)
The system broken, the schools closed, the prison’s open We ain’t got nothing to lose motherfucker we rollin’, Ha? motherfucker we rollin’ With some light skinned girls and some Kelly Rowland‘s In this white man world we the one’s chosen So goodnight cruel world I see you in the mornin’, Ha? I see you in the mornin’ This is way too much, I need a moment.
No one man should have all that power The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power Till then, fuck that the world’s ours (21st Century Schizoid Man)
FuckSNL and the whole cast Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass More specifically they can kiss my ass hole I’m an asshole? You niggas got jokes! You short minded niggas, thoughts is napolean My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in I embody every characteristic of the egotistic he knows, he so fuckin’ gifted I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault My child-like creativity, purity and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child I’m fighting for custody With these responsibilities that they entrust in me As I look down at my diamond crush to piece thinking…
No one man should have all that power The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the powder Till then, fuck that the world’s ours (21st Century Schizoid Man)
Colin Powers, Austin Powers Lost in translation with a whole fuckin’ nation They say I was the abomination of Obama‘s nation Well that’s a pretty dour way to start a conversation At the end of the day goddamn it I’m killin’ this shit I know damn well ya’ll feelin’ this shit I don’t need your pussy, bitch I’m on my own dick I ain’t got a power trip who you going home with? How ‘Ye doin’? I’m Surviving I was drinkin’ earlier now I’m driving Where the bad bitches huh? where ya hidin’? I got the power make your life so excited..
(Oh hey Oh hey Oh hey Hey Hey)
Now this’ll be a beautiful death I’m jumping out the window Letting everything go Letting everything go You got the power to let power go.. (21st Century Schizoid Man)
White Trash Beautiful, Trailer Park Queen She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5 She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool But all he can do for money is drive Out late haulin’ freight on Interstate 5, prayin’ he’ll see home before his baby arrive
White Trash Beautiful, There’s something you should know My heart belongs to you And you coulda found a better guy I’ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it’s true I’m comin’ home to you I’m comin’ home to you girl
He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open He won’t be home tonight, but she keeps hopin’ Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein’ She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open It’s 4 AM and doin 95, Tryin to stay awake and make it home alive
White Trash Beautiful, There’s something you should know My heart belongs to you I know you coulda found a better guy I’ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it’s true I’m comin’ home to you I’m comin’ home to you girl
Her lips say painted red, nametag’s crooked Her heart’s been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her
White Trash Beautiful, There’s something you should know My heart belongs to you girl I know you coulda found you some better guy I’ll love you till the day I die I swear to God it’s true I’m comin’ home to you I’m comin’ home to you girl I’m comin’ home to you
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life. There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine. O traveler, if you are in search of That Don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.
A Man goes to the doctor with a banana in his right ear, an apple in his left ear and a cucumber up his nose. He asks the doctor what’s the matter with me?
The doctor says “Your not eating properly”
Doctor: I would suggest that the best solution is for you to give up drinking.
Creation is the product of synchronizing our energy with the universe. Once we experience the whole and recognize it, we become aware that we are nothing but the Divine Creative Force.
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