Bliss N Eso - Weathermen | Текст песни

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[Eso:]
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Ladys and Gentlemen, Babys and Elephants, Ravens and Sepents, Cavemen and merchents, if you've felt the rain, then you've felt the pain. Thats what its all about Bliss N Eso wont get caught in no drought.

In the mornin youll be seein the flock, but by the evining youll be seein them drop. its just another rainy day in a town we call home, Mr. Weatherman reporting the sounds un-known (2X)

(yeah, okay)

Well i guess were the weathermen and we report the storm when it forms in the corn feilds to collage dorm meals when i was born seals flavors, and they savor. Lettin the rain wath away the past. Forgetting their way lost their page and the grasp of how to make a right turn, where they go, left the will to learn behind, and now they're so suseptible to germs youll find. When the silence is defening there's no guidence thats beconing us to minus the vilance, so this aliance is gesturing that these preasent ads, that these present fads, put you in peasent rags when you socome to the tag of an artificial kingdome were most reside. hell im sittin on the fence watching others decide, and the truth is so scarece in the babble that travles to a land scape of non-unification. a school bomb blew up the nation, it takes too long, gueing impatiance, for the new song ... in basements few strong. veiwing the statements true pawns. poluting the ... ask them whos wrong, shooting the ..., time to put my shoes on, "im pursueing to be famous!" i say move on, because your flow is so aimless, but when your ... dont let the doe make you nameless. The weathermen.

Reporting the storms, He said the weathermen (3X)

In the mornin youll be seein the flock, but by the evining youll be seein them drop. its just another rainy day in a town we call home, the Weatherman reporting the sounds un-known

Flashlights and faith magnificent altitude, fist in the air for those who salvage truth and alow your blues to be a thing of the past. Engage with us, as we bring in the crop. Man, im loony like an old man that sings in the park, but serious when i say: just do your own thing with your art. when your beatin up, buck watch your spaceship, I'll take this way beond the matrix of you fake kids, like a turtle in the race of life i go the distence, i relate my sence of humor to homer simpson. that poet whos purpose feeds the ritouse, my mind is a movie the curtains are my eye lids, and for that speacial part in your brain, (this is the ticket stub) i met the music under the bridge, this is love between man and magic, words and a microphone, a dreamland of adlib whaen i turn to the twilite zone my nevles are heavy like four elephants. MC's are dope (sh*t i need more evidence) im the core element to this raw ellegence hugging the coast line, sea shore residence.

In the mornin youll be seein the flock, but by the evining youll be seein them drop. its just another rainy day in a town we call home, Mr. Weatherman reporting the sounds un-known (2X)