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season is out yeah, passing by, luck running out, i go
sun is out radio, do me do,
glitter warming up an empty room
and i can be there by noon
bring the juice and the damn truth
sun is out i cant move turn around
playing music for an empty crowd
living smoke and lefty brow
sitting til the sun come out
wish i could sit back, until the luck runs out
live fast but i cant go now
dont leave me out
and i thought, youd go, til morning in sway cant open it yeah
but we do, ooo
wish i could sit back, until the luck runs out
live fast but i cant go now
so dont leave me out
ooooo
baby get up off of your time
i want you and your mine
give me love and line like
and she move and i give out a ride i
what she move what she move like
got enough to lose if i got something to break
taking what i do but it just isnt enough yeah
riding out with my glove like a ride a die
sitting out with my love and i might just die die
what she move what she move what she move like
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leave you flying, sun's low i cant find it, but one more
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna wake up
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna
dreams take me home i
spread wings above your head
shadow of wings above your head
everything above you
i dropped everything to love you
and every dream is from you
every even touch you, i was just leaning on your shoulder
and it seems so much colder, i did dream so much
its so sweet to wake up, and so deep to make love
im flying, we are flying
leave you flying, sun's low i cant find it, but one go
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna wake up
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna
leave you flying, leave you flying, leave you flying
past the point of deciding, seal the leaks and seak in a roof some in a riding
grip a pen and mic like Poseidon grips his trident
manipulate horizons what if gods a living tyrant and
scrolls of cynical sinister the grandson of a minister torn to shreds the thinnest words contorted by belittlers
sense of what that is, not an individual en devour its a cursed madlib
as you continue learning lessons from the first that did
any specific crop of skill it was the worst edit
and continue pushing forward in the dark
and continue pushing forward like a shark
im flying, we are flying
put things above you, and i dont wait for noone
eyes cut deep, and face the tide in motion
theres a car outside to take you, wait til you greave,
crushing that the summer just wont leave
leave you flying, sun's low i cant find it, but one more
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna wake up
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonne wake up
leave you flying, sun's low i cant find it, but one more
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna wake up
i aint gonna sleep, i aint gonna sleep,
we aint gonna yeah we aint gonna no
we aint gonna wake up
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Luck
03:38
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ahhh ahh ahh ahh
find me where im lying, find me where im lying
if its still light, and if its the life
find me where im lying you find me where im lying
if its my loss, and if all the lettering lost in my memory
if its my fault, and if i do wrong
if i forget yeah
and i dont mean to, if its still light, then this the life
so dont wait for me no
dont wait for me unless you got a place to be without your man oh no
so you find me where im lying
find me where im lying
find me where im lying, find me where im lying, you find me where, find me where im lying
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Lime Boy Northampton, Massachusetts
Making tunes in Western Mass and the Twin Cities.
soundcloud.com/leamkeita
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