paroles de chanson Tea And Thoughts - Johnny Rain & Malanda

Time's keep changing
I'm followed by 12 disciples with 9 lives inside my tyrant mind
I burn 6J with three masons
The math equals forever
I've never been terrified to die, nigga
So forever I'll keep chasin'
My biggest fear is bein' the young position
I'm a master, more than a Christian
More than a Buddhist, more than a Muslim
What is false religion?
What is 13 descendants inside a haunted pentagram
With chains, whips and bitches believin' in paradigm?
Love is the vision
Love is the vision
White tigers on your back
Tell me what you see
I know a million fall
Bowing at your feet
I hope you want more
I hope you want more
Your diamonds on my back
Shinin' bright as the sun
There's somethin' in your heart
Don't you signal the gun
I know you want more
I hope you want more
Finger on that trigger
I hope you run
Finger on that trigger
I hope you run
Finger on that trigger
I hope you want more
I hope you want more
Finger on that trigger
I hope you run, run, run, oh
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, oh
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, oh
Run, run, run, oh
Run, run, run, run, run
Finger on that trigger
I hope you run
Soul religion
The crucifixion of egyptian pyramids
3rd eye vision misguided for God's peripheral —
Baby boy turn blue
Blue turned baby gunpowder
Fist forgot power, so shoot
Inject this freedom America
Brainwash the mind with soap water for currency
Soul swap the body exchange image for vogue issue
RUN!
19:26, don't turn back to be turned into one
Love in doses of passion
Endorse your passion in things you find love or —
Revolution
Escape the paradox, being the mind is a trap of its own
A box, is 4 corners but even math can be turn into 1
I can be honest we all lust for the same things
Flash, fame, money
Cars — girls
But ask old Robert Johnson what all happened
When he caught the blues at the crossroads, I say
Extend your arms to whatever it is that you do love
But don't let it kill you
Open fist enough air to pray that your soul is more gold than
Currency, a black suit will ever pay for your tea and thoughts
Your peace of mind
And the water that you are
Run, run, run, run, run
Finger on that trigger
I hope you run