Moonlights,
the night's bright
Chillin' with my guys somewhere at downtown
The gang's out, no one's left back
A-piece for the times we had no
Idea of what's going on
Where we were headed to
When all we had were brave minds and our testicles
When it was difficult to let go
Sapphire dust cut through
But look at us, we the champions
Smiles on our face Bringing back the guys we left out in the
rains
We singing, we singing
Imo de Maria
Yeah,
smiles on our face Bringing back the guys we left out in the
rains We singing, we singing
Imo de Maria
Oh,
felt like the door would never open But then it opened
Almost relapsed,
the face of a broken man Drowning,
self-doubt,
some things say I'm mad
Well,
almost lost it But I thank God now you see me,
they laugh
Suck my pain,
make it stop,
till they drown So thanks to my guys,
never left me down in the dark
Now it's all smiles on our face Bringing
back the guys we left out in the rains
There's nothing that ever stands alone.
I think that's how good I just designed those.
That's how good I made those to be.
The more we have, the more things get for us.
There's an analogy I made initially that just covers it all.
That too many hands spoil the soup.
But that pot of soup is upheld by a tripod.
A tripod has three legs.
How's the temperature?
It's going to be alright.
I think the fridge should be so many more coordinated eggs.
It's called the soup.
You have your three important team or
your five man team that are doing the job.
That's what soup is.
That's just writing and watching.
Red and no matter how much.