Saafir The Saucee Nomad - Big Nose Lyrics

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Recommended sites:	Saafir The Saucee Nomad - Big Nose Lyrics Lyrics >> " S " >> Saafir The Saucee Nomad >> Big Nose Artist: Saafir The Saucee Nomad Song: Big Nose Album: Boxcar Sessions [Buy " Boxcar Sessions " CD] I've been down this corridor Before you enter you have to bring Back the creator of winter damn Too late I'm spoiled I need the napalm I got it I shot it in my left sector Blew up the timing device on the reactor. Time shifted I had to remold the floor The foundation for creation mate's blend The pleasure dome into another roam A walk stalked nightly by the ogre That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn, No I'm not in the lawn under pawns - Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets. I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes - Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo. A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows, Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds, Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish, Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt - Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor. No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension My sight twitches - I'm bent. Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show Around corners, the coroner's office; Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid, A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper. I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas, The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport It's a sport for me to take another life on landing, Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God. It's my job to resign frauds, The odd is against you got a degree in me, So I know that I flow, credentials are essential - It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me. I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet. Swinging on a duet with the bullet. I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission. Jack Cousteau couldn't take it no deeper - I'm a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth: Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it. I seen it beneath where the cowards hope Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent. Saafir The Saucee Nomad CD - Saafir The Saucee Nomad  Sheet Music Saafir The Saucee Nomad tabs, Saafir The Saucee Nomad lyrics, Pictures, pics, music, video, song, songs, photo, wallpaper, biography, bio, news
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