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Banks & Steelz

Genres: Electronic

Anything But Words [explicit] Lyrics - Banks & Steelz

I believe that someone 

Can be brave on this green Earth 

But maybe I'm wrong 

Mhm maybe I'm wrong 

Game on 

 

Turns dreams to reality 

The king of principality shines upon me 

The Holy Spirit shadows me 

I write songs for fun, not for salary 

Used to collect guns, now the truth is my Calvary 

But I got a closet full 

Just in case the project pulls 

Some wicked bullshit 

My logistic is logical 

Turn you back to molecules 

Minuscule follicles 

Then convert your brain to subatomic particles 

I breathe you in, and sneeze you out 

You MCs, you live in the crease of doubt 

That's why I swarm on your college dorm 

Make knowledge born 

From the hood to the cottage farm 

London to Russia 

Eurasia to Prussia 

The Holy Cities of the East 

The [young sheiks discuss?] us 

Christ means crusher 

Become along the usher 

The righteous way of life 

It'd be most wise 

For the civilized man to trust us 

On Bora Bora we discuss the Torah 

Then we travel across these lands like old explorers 

 

I believe that someone 

Can be brave on this green Earth 

But maybe I'm wrong 

Aim for the sun 

Out in the freezing rain 

Stay on the streets all day 

Until my cup runneth over 

We always fight blind the light of our lives 

My patience is waning, the scales have capsized 

I read [?] full of glory 

And there's pyres of files of light 

Fleeting mazes to the night sky 

 

Sitting on the porch, torching a stoagie, in the moonlight 

Rocking back and forth in my chair, contemplating life 

Thinking where I went wrong, where I went right 

Was it a fast, or a long life? 

From my calculation everyday sensational 

Every sense was stimulated, pain's occasional 

All praises due to the Father 

The author 

The supreme architect 

The one with no partner 

He give man the wisdom to be a gardener, carpenter 

Preist, or warrior, king, or you could be a scholar 

Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or father 

All these things the heart consist of 

Keep the planet floating gigantic, like Atlantic oceans 

7-ounce [?] reject all Satanic notions 

We so elusive 

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