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• Artiste: Heath McNease
• Titre: Natural Disaster Baptism
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I'm at your wishing well Just had to wish you well Baptist- born and raised Backwater sick as hell And what my lips could tell And they commit to sell Will force the question How you'll all love this crippled male No typical day; Phase one of the biblical plague Come on in and get another …With his infinite ways Rich grapes 'til the mix shakes Cinnamon and a little mint never delayed Page a plan, hit demand …With his fragrant hands Aid with the snakes' head 'Said take now and make it a place… The foundations are caving in Chair don't stay where the table is Unfortunate… Where the natives live If I'm about to die, Then I'm gonna step outside, Let the nothing sweep me up Into this hellish sky We knew we had this coming; No use in panic running Natural disaster baptism Just sold my head or something [Chorus:] Let it rain 'til the levee breaks Baptize the streets Oh, too much blood on my hands Any way we'll ever be clean? I say, who's that peeking at my window? Who's that knocking at my door? Oh, angels follow me home 'Swear I've never seen it before I'm at your wishing well Just had to wish you well If people perish, It's probably 'cause their vision failed I never kiss and tell, But we sipping hell I swear Marvin Gaye never worked So friggin' well So dark at the edge of your town Like I'm walking on burial ground Like I'm dark in burial shroud, here, Get me down from the merry-go-round …My little mullet If this's about to end, Then bring the waterworks My final prayer just went off Amsterdam For what it's worth In the name of father, son and holy spirit, The minute you get in it, you don't hear it, So don't fear it [Chorus] Father, I ain't seeing you, father, Father, I've been looking hard Ain't seen you since you caught my hand Inside the cookie jar From the tree of knowledge The snake, it seemed to vanish But sister ... swallowed Ate a piece to see the solace No love, no sun, no Iliad songs Just… Songs We sleep while dropping them… bombs And saying stuff on the phone …the look of the people… Just look like a Libyan Throng [Chorus]