Descripción de Jay Electronica - The Pledge (Eternal Sunshine) -Full Song, Good Quality-:

Rate/Comment Artist: Jay Electronica Song: The Pledge (Eternal Sunshine) Part I - Eternal Sunshine Part II - Paper Thin Part III - Voodoo Man (omg, best shit ever) Part VI - FYI Jay Elect's calling card... I had seen individual parts uploaded, as well as the full version, except with subpar quality... so this is for those looking for a version like... this one ;) This is a little thing I edited on my editing program... it was fun cuz I love this song so much and I got to play around with the pics and text and such and why would you care... ---------- *I KNOW these lyrics have errors... I copied them from a site... I fixed a lot of them but an error caused the edit to not go through, and I'm too lazy to fix them all again at the moment. -miguel she said she never fell in love with a superman christian muslim protestant lutheran i told her that bein a mortal is the portal to the true nature (of growth to) christ like buddah man thats why i never speak the traditional garbage of a knife fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans the radio is just a stereo like a house in a home and a chairs and the chair acts with the van go to work go to church, let your dreams die bowtie final call in the beanpie yamulke for hanukah, wishlist for christmas this is the jist of the life that we lead, why? so you could fit in, with the closed minded in the sit-in and get clotheslined in the id-end i could care less about a plaque and a bid-enz get punked on tv by my frid-ends dont get a nigga wrong, i get tempted by the rewards that all come along with makin nigga songs but what does it mean if im a muslim and you a jew and because of that alone we dont get along and when you talk like this and try to walk like this the radio stationsll never put a nigga on just mims, just 50 just Wayne just jeezy and franchise boys and jimmy jones fuck that, fuck rap, this god house kingdom music for the hard rocks ima spit it til trl get it and hot 97 hit a nigga with a bomb drop ask flex ask slay ask who kid just blaze said jay hes the new kid i took eternal sunshine and i looped it no drums, no hook, just new shit ----- the handling of a hearts a very delicate art cuz its paper thin one irrelevant thought that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart that leaves a permanent mark thats ice cold in the day; it burns in the dark and makes you never wanna see her face again tee hee what a place im in, lead me to the station a one way ticket, dont look back, one cold tear that frozen crack a whole lot of pain im holdin back chef said F that, roll the sack i said, if my skull was cracked, and blood ran out to the cul-de-sac that could not match me where im at my memories flash me there and back yep, there goes me right there and black holding hands not staring back she starts crying, i start denying that its my fault im aware of that man in hindsight signs be glarin back, wheres the map to show you where ya at i could hear the cryinyelling i can smell the thai smoke i can hear the starter pistol wheres the track ring, no answer, came home late, jane told dick she had a date but theys just chillin, and at that moment, the right brain says to the left just kill em make the headlines, make the frontpage wild out in the courthouse man thrill em they all say the boy dead wrong but i feel him ----- the handling of a hearts a very delicate art cuz its paper thin one irrelevant thought that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart that leaves a permanent mark thats ice cold in the day; it burns in the dark and makes you never wanna see her face again tee hee what a place im in, lead me to the station a one way ticket, dont look back, one cold tear that frozen crack a whole lot of pain im holdin back chef said F that, roll the sack i said, if my skull was cracked, and blood ran out to the cul-de-sac that could not match me where im at my memories flash me there and back yep, there goes me right there and black holding hands not staring back she starts crying, i start denying that its my fault im aware of that man in hindsight signs be glarin back, wheres the map to show you where ya at i could hear the cryinyelling i can smell the thai smoke i can hear the starter pistol wheres the track ring, no answer, came home late, jane told dick she had a date but theys just chillin, and at that moment, the right brain says to the left just kill em make the headlines, make the frontpage wild out in the courthouse man thrill em they all say the boy dead wrong but i feel him