and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a
a river When he jumped to escape Thor caught him into his fist The gods took him to a deep cavern With his sons One day changed into a wolf And the wolf
I'm not a hunter but I am told that, uh, in places like in the Arctic Where indigenous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf They'll take a double
Young warrior to the drunken gallery slave Running with the wind, running wayward knave I'm a vagabond with a maelstrom mind My blood has left me behind
was eight years old and Far, far too young To know that the stories Of battles and glories Was a tale a kind mother Made up for her son You see Dad was a
8 years old and far, far too young To know that the stories of battles and glory Was a tale, a kind mother made up for a son You see, dad was a traveling
saw a shadow on the plain Come betwixt her and the sun. "Oh, mother, is it a thundercloud Or a flight of ravens in the air, Or a black army with a
from us We're following the trail of blood So hunt, my young ones... I have always known the storm would come Listen now my young ones This is not a
to my nemesis People fighting each other to jump into my blues There's a young kid inside me somewhere He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies, With the blood
f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world) [Verse 2] Bitch im Mack Maine I got tha heart of a king, blood of a slave feel like i been there before
Since a long time I?ve visited those old dungeons I spilled the first blood in the depth In the darkness of the forest?s maze I found her, morbid beauty
from us we're following the trail of blood So hunt, my young ones... I have always known the storm would come... Listen now my young ones... This is not a
it on! " I'm at peace with myself Cause there's a piece of myself in every song I don't just write rhymes, I spent a lifetime building A lifeline accommodating
white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a
to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the back And the bitches keep screaming "Odd Future is back" [Verse 1:] Wolf with a
of Portugal. The Man, Kris Ayana of An Angle) [Baruka Bawaba] Please take a seat. Let me tell you both a tale of love and hope. It's a story that
beat bitch Hahaha Young Money, Streets [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe Bitches get to stepping like Koje Natami Pussy is a
I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row, signin autographs
