What Dem Do (feat. King Kyll) - Wikluh Sky & Coyote

"Do you hear what I hear?" Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy Do you hear what I hear? Ringing through the skies, shepherd boy Do you hear what I hear? A song, a song, high above the trees With a voice as big as the sea With a voice as big as the sea "Do you hear what I hear?" Said the shepherd boy to the Mighty King Do you know what I know? In your palace warm, Mighty King Do you know what I know? A child, a child, shivers in the cold Let us bring Him silver and gold Let us bring Him silver and gold Do you hear what I hear? (Can you hear it?) Do you hear what I hear? ("Can you hear it?") Said the king to the people everywhere Listen to what I say Pray for peace, people everywhere Listen to what I say A child, a child, sleeping in the night He will bring us goodness and light He will bring us goodness and light He will bring us goodness and light Do you hear what I hear? (Can you hear it?) Do you hear what I hear? (Can you hear it?) Oh-oh Oh-oh Do you hear what I hear? Oh, oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Can you hear it? Can you hear it?

I found that red dress I bought you Underneath my bed You can come and get it Maybe you can bring that suitcase That I think I left at your place When we went to Venice But you keep your friends and I'll keep mine I promise I won't go into that bar you like All tied up with no loose ends Got all that you want but there's just one thing What do we do with this love? What do we do with it? What do we do with these feelings Stuck inside of us? What do we do with this love? What do we do with it? It's the only thing that we can't shake off What do we do with it? Delete you number I will block and unfollow you So there's no temptation Keep our separate ways So that we can find a state Of perfect isolation 'Cause you'll find new friends and so will I I promise I won't take them to that bar you like All tied up with no loose ends Got all that you want but there's just one thing What do we do with this love? What do we do with it? What do we do with these feelings Stuck inside of us? What do we do with this love? What do we do with it? It's the only thing that we can't shake off What do we do with it? Ooh, love So what do we do with it? Yeah It's the only thing that we can't shake off, can't shake off When you find somebody new Will you be thinking of me? When you find somebody else Will you be thinking of us? 'Cause I'll be thinking of you I don't know What to do with this love What do we do with it? What do we do with these feelings Stuck inside of us? (stuck inside of us) What do we do with this love? What do we do with it? It's the only thing that we can't shake off (oh no) What do we do with it? So what do we do with it? What do we do with this love? What do we do with it?

No regrets coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And i'll just be getting home with my reel to reel... There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You're not a hit and run driver, no, no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we turned into some road house lights Where a local band was playing Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor And the next thing i know That coyote's at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take "no!" He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway I looked a coyote right in the face On the road to baljennie near my old home town He went running thru the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down And a hawk was playing with him Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes He had those same eyes - just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play No regrets, coyote I just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitresses' legs He's too fat from the bay of fundy From appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clear Either he's going to have to stand and fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame You put here in this eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free, free way