Texty:
Moon Upstairs The All Is All

Oh Lord All is all is I is me is us Oh Lord Trying the best I can, an imperfect man With fire to understand But it's so hard to see when blind Find your

like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is

Gates To see the man upstairs, on some real talk homie I'm tired of being stuck here If I could I would fly to the moon Y'all probably think I'm trippin

Here's a little story I gots to tell Hype, one, two like that y'all Check it out one, two y'all It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all It's the

all from my window So please, the lady's heading upstairs the first door The second deliver my clothes, the third, run my tub water Every way she represented made sense to me When black is

hits the earth Countin my birth, puttin in work Um, before we start to disolve, the dirt and disappear from here Countin my fears, hopin theres a heaven upstairs The moon

the guy upstairs is such a freak five years now i've had a leak and what does he do up there? all day long, he sleeps all day and he goes out and comes

but only woke up with baggage All you ever did was love me, and look at where it got you And when you wanted more, all I did was say I'm not you I'm selfish

that. And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind. She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is