obviously not co-operating I am purposely not oh wanting to Cause the view from below Gives me no hope ya know Ya the view from below Gives me no hope
Everything's the same Feeling so fucking drained Voice stretched out across Discordant tones that fill up my life Maybe I'm just wrapped up in self pity
am obviously not co-operating I am purposely not oh wanting to Cause the view from below Gives me no hope ya know Ya the view from below Gives me no hope
Heaven At this crescent in the sky, in the sky Standing on the moon With nothing left to do A lovely view of Heaven But I'd rather be with you A lovely view
fall away into the Hudson Bay And plummet out of sight and sound The open summer breeze will sweep you through the hills Where I live in the alpine heights Below
Take wing on the balmy breeze And sweep you off your feet And you blushed as they scooped you up On sugar maple wings To gaze down on the city below
rhy..rhythym] [rhy..rhy..rhy..rhy..rhythm] Downtown, down and out dying in the dead of night with your special brew your special view of a world that
And then somehow or other You'll be there Cotton clouds look like mountainous land Covered by december snow And I can see from my majestic view Down below
Group. This time Wale is taking the lead and shaking the music scene, and along with him so do Pill, Rick Ross and Meek Mill. Below you can view the
tower somewhere And when they think they outta range [gunshot] poof they hair [chorus] And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower) So fuckin hot (shooting from
there I looked at the deep and rocky canyon down below And I said, "Man, what a way to go" I saw a red light in my side view mirror I knew there was
flow this clean? My notesbooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16's Please, I got a lot of hard tones, that'll fuck up your view with a view like Star Jones
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy [kool keith] I know this girl with her own crib, in isolation She's from puerto rico, half-black on vacation Fine
my way, I'm on my way Nigga this legendary, no ordinary shit No ordinary bitches, no ordinary wimps I'm for biznik, I'm special like the 30 I came a long way from
'm from it, most large niggas over and done with No one to run with, just a few from the old school Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the blues Scopin' the views
I can see her, I believe her, is she asking for proof? Love is in the air girl on the roof In the balance of the silence from the street down below Crowd
You're always kickin' my dog around I never get nothin' but constant abuse from you You couldn't care less what I think, or my point of view You're
