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Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man
They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand
On the banks of the deep end
Where your soul is your best friend
Searching for a reason
To go astray
Wild dreams turn to nightmares
Silver
On the banks of the deep end
Where your soul is your best friend
Searchin' for a reason to go astray

Wild dreams turn to nightmares
Silver
On the banks of the deep end
Where your soul is your best friend
Searching for a reason
To go astray
Wild dreams turn to nightmares
Silver
banks were very tall
At one end was a mountain stream
The other was a waterfall, boys
The other was a waterfall

I asked the old man by the river
He
were 13
And you walked outside and thought that things were cool

It's the wrong time to sit and cry by yourself
When you didn't end up going to indo
the Feds down my back
If the money's stacked, take a step back, black
Or you'll be wearing four four numbers like a quarterback
I was raised one deep by mom
To a rendition of "dude, dad's pissed"
Tell dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new gill hue
Still out-mule any last strafing
rains.

Love on a left bank, a saxophone sighed
Drifting on a reed around midnight
Wrapped up in the sunset glowing outside
Alone on a deep end in
so good, she all on my timeline now
Lookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing
Never go brazy when you're deep inside the pink
I'm lowkey like
people will it end 
Listen to the blend, tell them come again 
Fake ass niggas they can never be my friends 
Back stabbing fools I think its time you
my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what
Emotions with pink shy highs lows deep as oceans
I wanna see you and me last forever
Loop this life up and end it never
And live through the ages the lows
but Richmond, California's death row 

you got niggas packin heat 

and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet 

and the game get
things are related, you see we're all intertwined
I'm sippin' wine by the fire where the love runs deep
Honor, truth, and respect will be the tracks that
[Krayzie] 
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands 
[ clapping your hands] 4x

[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
my drink on
And get skin deep on you creeps
Try-na do me by takin' me to a dinner and a movie
You just a big silly frontin' willie
Babe roll you
Oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh
Hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man
Straight up, ugh

I'm too deep to quit, and too strick
And all the worlds a cage 
We're locked upon the stage 

(In a)Capitalist society 
We're threatend by autonomy 
Their labor must belong to us 
In cash
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just
chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cot
Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
they're frequently heard
'cause they control the radio
it's crazy though
the dj's won't play me though
unless I line their bank account
with crazy dough
I couldn't get jerked
Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk
In the rental until the end of the earth
I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarela
couldn't get jerked
Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk
In the rental until the end of the earth

I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarella
Always
original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck