between whaters cool. you're just a fool and obscene does anybody even know what i mean? Is it real or is it fake? Or is it just an illusion? knock it
man's passed the flow Y'know, the part of the night at Illusions wit brainless seclusion Uhh, if ya plan on jammin, then my 6-4 best to keep scrammin
s passed the flow Y'know, the part of the night at Illusions we bring this conclusion Uhh, if ya plan on jammin, then my 6-4 best to keep scrammin So
Chorus Triple 6 Triple triple 6 smoked out Now im high Feelin' high Mained on my doggy style (Playa Fly) Fly so high in funkytown Mega blunts
get it outta my head--8x This is vituality Someone Explain to me I keep on seeing illusions Of living institutions Chorus: To die is all we got 6 feet
gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors and biblical papers Smokin' exo-dust, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions Facial expression leaves impressions Try to keep
oh, bay, bay) (I've got a song to sing) Follow me now (Okay everybody, okay everybody) (Okay everybody, okay everybody) (Okay everybody, okay everybody) Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep
6th Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence [42:04] music by Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy, Rudess I. OVERTURE [06:49] (instrumental) II. ABOUT TO
we never ever ever keep a body count We killin' so efficiently we can?t keep count In the Afghan hills the rebels still fightin' Opium fields keep providin
Who's got love, or who's jealous Who's sceamin, who's the angel Who's the demon, who's the nigga fiendin Mass confusion over illusions, brothers cruisin
keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good No thoughts just mass confusion No rest 'cause we chase empty illusions
a nigga high? I can fly, I can float Meet your boy up on the boat Watch me dive into the water Like titanic when it broke Yo, keep the weed coming Keep
[6:54] Reach deep within where reality is hard to find Search in the corners of the winding mazes of your mind Seek out the treasures that open doors
Chorus Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own
's passed the flow Y'know, the part of the night at Illusions wit brainless seclusion Uhh, if ya plan on jammin, then my 6-4 best to keep scrammin So
Chorus Triple 6 Triple triple 6 smoked out Now im high Feelin' high Mained on my doggy style (playa fly) Fly so high in funkytown Mega blunts i gotta
As our souls get released , next our carcass lays deceased Can't get it outta my head --4x This is vituality Someone explain to me I keep on seeing illusions