Never Cry Wolf Lyrics

Dark Time Sunshine

You know I have pointed that you and I
I left, I left, because you really believed I was heart
Yes, you kept running as I deserved your time.
Always true, true, always true, true.

I wanna cry, open the sky,
Because I know your black acting isn't white lie.
You know with the sun, head on my gun
No need to resort to violence if I don't come, come.
You don't understand that I will take you where the wolf cries down.

She not a wolf anymore,
Why don't you cry about it? Much more tan, tone it contain,
Cry about it. Write your name upon a white snake with a sharpy,
Put a plus with a name right next to yours, milarky.
But it is so you ach it in a tree and hopes that everybody stumbles upon it while walking home
See, when everybody to know you're going steady like a plastic surgeon,
Are you ready? For it rhymes with confetti.
Mixing it with this rain, why don't you cry about it?
The art made a pleasure that goes with pain,
Hocus pocus, name here, good day, locomotive, train, all a boarded game,
Make it with fly Nike, party in five mic's, but let your chair round going once or twice,
For short vail you're to hall no longer happens, we meet when the stumblers go, don't think that the mills clacking.

I took my time now to think about what I've become
Don't have to change me, look at this lady,
Are you listening, can't you hear me calling?
I need to know now.

Photographic memory ruining boogie monster,
I won't forget the name no weaponering the true impostor.
They wanna cry about it.
Happy coming running with a chandelier to put upon the neck, good will hunting.
I heard you up, waiting for the critic kindly in that frequency only a doc of here,
So I climbed in.
Smather that wolf mother with a sad pillow
‘till the cross of the lands began to tear drop, uncrescendo.
Sad day when I got to use mass saving, skating round the issue while faint, touche'!
No cure to sports, man, search of the fox,
My basic hunts still basketville, sipping on scotch,
Define the things that life will never cry about.
We watch, listening on we've been on horse,
Number seven one seven in line, give it a go,
Give a woman no fears so when we're forced to focus on,
Talking like living Freddy Gibbs.

I wanna cry, open the sky,
Because I know your black acting isn't white lie.
You know with the sun, head on my gun
No need to resort to violence if I don't come, come.
You don't understand that I will take you where the wolf lies dead.

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