Texty:
Soil Everything

not everything Stone the simple man Make a mark on many at passing times Take a power trip crazy within due style Knowing something if not everything Stone the simple man Everything

if not everything Stone the simple man Make a mark on many at passing times Take a power trip crazy within due style Knowing something if not everything Stone the simple man Everything

Effortless music from the Cameroons The spinning darkness of her hair A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere The open palm of desire wants everything It wants everything, it wants everything

eyes were wide and already open Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets But everything

[Andersson] Now you're gone and everything has turned into a nightmare of fear This is not my last goodbye, no! It's human sacrifice Get into my dreams

happening quite often They pull up on the side and turn your car into a coffin And ain't nobody talking because that's the rules of the soil We beef

the only that I can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they

It ain't necessarily so Now depending on the soil and the season you can plant a seed and you can watch it grow But you can't have a guarantee 'cause everything

out the door You can bet that Hollywood looks oh so good Much better than it ever has before So my pets have left me in search of careers and richer soils