Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forever & Always, artist - Markis PreciseDate of issue: 10.11.2016
Song language: English
Forever & Always |
| Remember when we were kings? |
| Singing songs that a free bird sings? |
| My phone was off the ringer |
| Nowadays I don’t talk so much, the thoughts are cleaner |
| Clever dreamer, screen a movie in my mind |
| Of cherished times with frames missing |
| We’re like the finest of wine grown on a vine |
| In a village with the no name, written line for line |
| I am the best they’ve never heard of, still trying |
| Standing strong like a lion with the siren heart of mine |
| This is someone’s floor though, bordeaux vintage grind |
| This ain’t Carlo Rossi, came with posse, that’s divine |
| Soul, body, and brain probably, A range of angels |
| Mine she looks over me, story let the pain tell |
| Rain, the sky drops, just windows for a triclops |
| Ain’t afford to feign a heart, I keep the tears inside a dry box |
| Ox shoulders, cold as a Watts block patrollers |
| No cops or bars could ever hold us |
| Just cop these bars of ours and join the chorus |
| I’m on cusp of Taurus, Gemini hide the purist |
| Yes I missed the music and the truth is it was glorious |
| Morphed into a miniscule misleading tutorial |
| That’s tortuous, now I am just the tortoise |
| The crow, that’s my bro, none can blow down this fortress |
| Or chop down these orchards, autographs on our portraits |
| Lazy ass, no crazy cash, she passes a porch sit |
| Force fit, instead of forfeit, I can’t abort this |
| Mission additions gold, plus a mindless designer touches |
| Catalog is in my clutches, pass the Duchess |
| To the left hand side, and that’s that west land pride, yeah |
| So let the best man rise beyond horizons |
| If that don’t speak to you, then just keep on devising |
| I had a plan and so I wrote it in the sand |
| With the stick inside my hand |
| And now I’m sticking to the script tough |
| I wrote to run, I ran, I tripped and ran again |
| There is no looking back my friend |
| I just kick until it sticked dust |
| Picks up where he left off, no piss where he lays down |
| Adventurous days died, the tracks of unique styles |
| Packed in a month’s bag like snacks in a lunch |
| That’s crack for a mack from way back in the funk |
| For rattling trunks and skunk to unk steeze |
| And baby do what you want, just don’t stunt me |
| And I’ll do one to you the same cause you’re the coolest dame |
| Twin flame, won’t lose, insane |
| Us just cruising on Black Lava Road |
| Young bide of my abode can be a shack on the goal |
| Hence the fable, independence my favorite sentence |
| I don’t, um, gotta convince the labels |
| Never have and never will, always here and never still |
| Always and forever real, forever and for always never wield |
| And never ever kill, forever and always |
| Forever and all the ways |
| Forever and always |
| Forever and always |
| Forever and always |
| Forever and always |
| Forever and always |
| Forever and all the ways |