ONOE CAPONOE - Narnia on Pluto lyrics

He would go so far as to get some real old low down Harlem time music Here's number one, get this Yesterdays ice cubes are water today [Verse 1] Midnight calling, the moonlight falling My chamber swings from dry to parallel, so watch them falling While my watch keeps tickin', I'm not please with 'em We ain't talking at the moment I told them I'd never give in Through the door To a world you won't believe With the forest and the trees, have you swallowed by your dreams, so it seems Through the door Snow covers the forest floor, enchanted all the creatures enslaved by the forest law, what I saw Through the door I followed false footprints into the darkest hour Felt my heart devoured, deflowered, powered to reach the tower The queens beam, morph a man to stone She got me clutching to my, when will I be steppin' out to roam Through the door Warm steady huntin', no frontin', I'm out for dumping Something, bluntin', buzzin' Storming the fortress, precautions amount to nothing Some make it through, others hearts turn cold The last from Turkey seem unworthy than the path they once chose Yesterays ice cubes are water today x4 [Verse 2 - Jehst] Yo Lyrics written in Morse code Step into the boar toad The lie the witch and the wardrobe Lord knows, the roads we walk Many colossal potholes For lost souls who lost over s** d** and rock 'n roll Do anything to get your pockets swolled Dive in, fish that bogus sh** from out the toilet bowl Handing to you bed up to your elbows I step into the wardrobe and now I'm in a snow globe Until the lion comes home We governed by the ice queen Thatcher right regime, im rolling with the A-team Yesterdays ice cubes are water in my whiskey gla** Skip the cla**, throw the cape up a**, lets kick some a**! Miss piggy war cry hard past the number 7 Green screen, add effects when we come to edit Cause everything is, and we are all one Hold on, no need for beef, load up the bong Book worm, I'mma square you're an ?oblong?, gone wrong Get your mind right before you logged on I target your coordiantes, my missle locked on Ww-dot-youryard-dot-com Running through the snow in my longjohns With a shotgun, drummer boy, rappa-pum-pum (Through the door.) Yesterays ice cubes are water today x4