Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tea And Thoughts , by - Johnny Rain. Song from the album 11, in the genre СоулRelease date: 19.01.2015
Record label: EMPIRE, ODD DREAM, Odd Dream Republic
Song language: English
Tea And Thoughts |
| Times keep changing |
| I’m followed by 12 disciples with 9 lives inside my tyrant mind |
| I burn 6J's with three masons |
| The math equals forever |
| I’ve never been terrified to die, n**** |
| So forever I’ll keep chasing |
| My biggest fear is being the young position |
| I’m a master more than a Christian |
| More than a Buddhist, more than a Muslim |
| What is false religion? |
| What is 13 descendants inside a haunted pentagram with chains, whips and |
| bitches believing in paradigm? |
| Love is the vision |
| Love is the vision |
| Why? |
| The sun went back |
| Tell me what you see |
| I know a million fall |
| Bowing at your feet |
| I hope you warm up |
| I hope you warm up |
| Your diamonds on my back |
| Shining bright as the sun |
| There’s something in your heart |
| Don’t you say you’re gonna |
| I know you warm up |
| I hope you warm up |
| Finger on that trigger |
| Finger on that trigger |
| Finger on that trigger |
| I hope you warm up |
| I hope you warm up |
| Finger on that trigger |
| I hope you |
| Run, run, run, run, run, run… |
| Finger on that trigger |
| I hope you |
| Run |
| Soul religion |
| The crucifixion of an Egyptian pyramids' third eye vision misguided from gods |
| peripheral |
| Baby boy turned blue, blue turned baby gun powder — fists forgot power so shoot |
| Inject this freedom, America |
| Brainwash the mind with soap water for currency |
| Soul swiped the body, exchange image for bogus — you run |
| Don’t turn back to be, turn in to one |
| Love and also passion endorses passion and thinks you do find love — or |
| revolution. |
| Escape the paradox being the mind is a trap if its on a box. |
| It’s four corners but, even math can be turned into one |
| I could be honest, we all lust for the same thing: Flash, Fame, Money, Cars, |
| Girls. |
| But ask old Robert Johnson what all happened when he caught the blues at the |
| crossroads |
| I say: Extend your arms to whatever it is that you do love but don’t let it |
| kill you. |
| Open fists, enough air to pray that your soul is more gold than appearance of |
| blacks who pay for your tea and thoughts. |
| Your peace and mind. |
| And the one that you are. |
| Run, run, run, run. |
| Finger on that trigger |
| I hope you run. |