gift a Prizm, Prizm Precipitation formed Colors of freedom the gift a Prizm, Prizm Precipitation is formed Colors of freedom the gift a Prizm, Prizm Colors of freedom the gift a Prizm, Prizm
s why I'm so happy Woman To be lying next to you Yeah Prize possession You're my Movie star My near or far My everything You are my Prize possession
why I'm so happy, woman To be lying next to you, yeah Prize possession You're my movie star, my near or far, my everything You are my prize possession
Keep your eyes on the prize Hold on Hold on, Hold on Keep your eyes on the prize Hold on Hold on, Hold on Keep your eyes on the prize Hold on Hold
the flow You got to run for the prize Don't look over your shoulder Gotta keep your eyes On the straight and narrow Gotta run for the prize There's
stop complaining? If one is easy then hard is two No one knows where you're heading to Once my private collection, always betting on you No consolation prizes
signs of warning Because behind them there's the implication The pub is burning down So do I get a prize for remembering that first time? Do I get a prize
My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a prism My soul is a
i felt like a man a cloth till you cut me to ribbons and tied of piece of me around your ring finger now does it remind you of what you've gained, or
In that silver gift friendship Glittering prize Is it the prize of lost loves They can remember Quiet sides of midnight They can remember Attraction of fame Like a glittering prize
Kingston, Kingston (Kingston) I see them coming from afar I got my eyes open I'm ready fi war (Kingston) When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston
Nah man, not quite finished yet you know what I think you just trying to pull a motherfucking fast one I'm mad you just hurt my god damn feelings and
And I can't see why you're crying loud Right down the street you're walking proud You fiend, you crave you're tripping now So in the street you're lying
My life's been holding it's weight Beneath a blackened sky So hard I've worked just for the dreams to pass me by Now when the time is right for me to
Chorus: Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police! [Fuck them motherfuckers!] Fuck, fuck, fuck the police! [Get paid back] You're motherfucking right
Two divided by zero, zero Two divided by zero, zero, zero Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train I've got enough money to pay all the way When
I cannot turn Turn my life unto you What must I do A storm of ebony hair A hail of wickedness Handsome as a God Wild and shameless Given the prize of
The night of a thousand verses One thousand friends said have you heard What we expected We are all working late and Waiting to win a prize we don't