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Feels Like Magic

Sweet

Pacific Reggae, Vol. 1

2014

in paradise on an island only made for two 
(yeah made for two) 
Yeah girl just me and you 
(Just me and you) 
You know this 
Hand in hand

you
don't like it and it's all coming out now
like a blueprint machine with graphs of my
thoughts read by a noble island queen oh
oh oh oh get it

hold the torch like I'm the famous statue
As seen from the Staten Island ferry machine
Towards the sweetness, hysteria, the Maraschino cherry regime

Folk de laver rafling, og de troed' vi forsvandt (Rafling)
Men nu' vi zero som i Island (Ja)
Vi gik viral pludselig
Nu' der klaustrofobi (Klaustrofobi

Shawty, she thick like she
Come from the islands
Hit it, she stalkin' me
Callin' my name when she see me
Teyana Taylor callin' Byron (Byron)
Pull up with

on the islands sipping daiquiris
See why you niggas so mad at me
I'm enjoying the rewards of this hip hop
On the West Coast in my
Tank top and flip-flops
Smoking

And niggas know the codes, don't come outside without your bally
Stoney on the island, but you know we smoking Cali
Out in Santorini in the villa, I'm with

Naive and oblivious, the spiritual surrounded
A lot of different frequencies and waves like a island
Real silent, real subtle, covert, who's hidin'
Mirror

Boogie you know that's my guyzer
Can't wait till I'm flyin' private to the islands
They been looking for me
But I move in silence
I ain't even hiding
I'm

went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity like, how much you cherish me?
Is this relationship a fake, or real

have been ancient silica trees
That stretch as high as the eye can see
Ever ask
Why are there four islands at the center of maps made previous

believed there was nothing beyond the cliffs of the very southwest part of their island – nothing but the infinite sea. That region was called “Land’s End”.

faire la bise
Les quartiers chauds maîtrise la mélodie (mélo, mélo)
T'as tourné l'dos maintenant, tu veux faire la bise

Habillé en Island Stone, sur

Gunning for you, say your Ave Maria
With guns, grenades, an entire Ikea

I'm haphazardly running across the island
There's a firefight right on the horizon

realized
you were Afraid Of The Dark

You worship the morning
bask in the sun
but there’s no need to gamble
when you’ve already won
you’ll never know
what

spoons and coloured light 
Will you worship moons in winter's night. 

Clothes of sand have covered your face, 
Given you meaning but taken my place, 
So

back to France next month 
To visit the island where the painting was made 
And George is gonna bring the Lomochrome

Oh, huh... Chromolume

Art

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death,

loves my baby
She get
She get
She get
She get high
I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through

so wie Reporter
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Long Island bis Queensbridge komme rein
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