Hey now darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul Just my color, just my kind Got a heavy soul next to mine Heart's on fire
seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's never smooth, on
, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday
nigga 'cause they know we stay fly Ride 25 on a nigga beehive Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Bitch, we
So tightly wrapped in thorns my heart My song is heard in owls' cries And through the darkness my love shines It lights the green fog on the hill It
/ to go / lifts up and clears your hallowed ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on
scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my love
and time And fate has no mercy down in the mine The news spreads like fire and burned through those hills Hopes were held high but five men got killed On
blue stars rise on the hill Say no more now, just be still All these trials, soon be past Look for something built to last One blue star sets on the hill
cold Got this wound on my soul Down on Hell's Half Acre Walking on fire We got trouble in the wasteland Down on Hell's Half Acre Back in the land where
mammal to make plans, yeah! I crawled the earth, but now I'm high! Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire It's evolution, baby (2X) Do the evolution! Come on! come on, come on
Lord, it's me again I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my
, yeah Too dirrty to clean my act up If you ain't dirrty, you ain't here to party Ladies move , gentlemen move Somebody ring the alarm, a fire on a roof
of a hill An' headlights slide past the moon I roll in your arms and your voice is the heat of the night I'm on fire In a phone booth in some local
fire All of this is not by chance Earth, air, water and fire All of this is not by chance Earth, air, water and fire That's how I know that God is real
away over the hill Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill Down in Brokenheartsville It was long on chrome, sittin' in the lot An' fire engine
it from the rooftop Lay into the fryin' pan Now she kisses her own hand With the fiddle on the fire I took a leap into the fog Sleepin' on a hollow
upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills