| A wish right now... |
[Feb. 2nd, 2012|02:18 am] |
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| | B.o.B (ft. Haley Williams of Paramore) - Airplanes | ] |
"Airplanes"
B.o.B.
(feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore)
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Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
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Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
_ _
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
_ _
Ya, ya, somebody take me back to the days
Befo' this was a job, befo' I got paid
Befo' it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Ya, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant
I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Befo' the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape
And back befo' I tried to cover up my slang
But this is fo' Decatur, what's up Bobby Ray?
So can I get a wish
To end the politics
And get back to the music
That started this sh*t?
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
_ _
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
_ _
I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
Like, like, like shootin' stars
(Like shootin' stars)
I-I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
A wish, a wish right now
(A wish right now)
_ _
lyrics from http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bob/airplanes.html
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[Jan. 1st, 2012|04:21 pm] |
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It is time... The winds can change again... |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2011|07:17 pm] |
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For the first time today, I looked out into the sunset. LOL. |
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| Let your light shine... |
[Aug. 19th, 2011|11:25 am] |
The Soul must be at Peace.
The Spirit must be Free.
The Heart must be filled with Compassion.
And the Mind must know the Truth.
Only then will you be complete...
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| Just Drift Away... |
[Aug. 11th, 2011|05:19 am] |
DRIFT AWAY
CHORUS:
Gimme that beat boys, gimme that flow
Let me live within the rhythm, let me free my soul, and drift away
Give me that beat boys, give me that flow
Let me live within the rhythm, let me free my soul
X2
Direct:
Let me drift away, reminiscing the days I miss
listening to hits played on 92 and 106,
sitting in my room, hearing the tunes of 2Pac,
Bone and Biggy be blaring from my puny boom box
From the Crossroads, to Juicy, to Life Goes On,
I used to rock, the Fugees, the old skool songs.
like Regulate, my favorite from Warren and Nate,
I was always saving up all my money so I can blow it on tapes.
Cuz after school, I would walk straight to the record shop,
and walk through every section stopping at Hip Hop.
just ta find a song to buy to bring back home, so
I can sing along, when I feel lonesome.
That's what I did just to pass the time.
I was a, young kid, but the sound was sublime.
Cuz the music, I always found, to be therapeutic.
looking back at my life now, I know how, I got through it.
CHORUS
T:
Growing up, I was social but, never was the type to open up
So my closest friends were never close enough
I suppose to them I was emotionless...
So, my headphones were my constant companions
Around my neck they were constantly hanging
And late at night when I'm haunted by phantoms
The songs I would jam would subconsciously ban them
And damn
I know it's just lyrics and beats
But lyrics to me are like infinite peace
And peace
Is what hip hop had brought me
Strumming my pain like it was "Killing Me Softly"
Killing me, but what a way to die
Overdosed on flows, comatose on rhymes
And I
Wanna drift away
Staying conscious enough just to hit replay, okay...
CHORUS
Shaden:
Gimme the b-boys, the freestyle shows, I wanna get lost in that hip hop soul
Direct & T:
C'mon mister DJ, don't let me down now
Take me away from today with surround sound
And drown out all the noise from the outside
World while I curl up and close both my brown eyes
And cool down, let me sink the song
Believing every lyric as I lip sync along
See it talks to me, it whispers in rhymes
Relating life stories that ain't too different than mine
So gimme that beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost if it's possible
Cuz these songs ease my thoughts and let my heart sleep
While the bassdrum replaces my heartbeat
CHORUS
(transcribed from http://www.lyricstime.com/magnetic-north-drift-away-lyrics.html) |
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