Lyrics:
C-O-A-S-T
That's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are really R-E-D
See the industry is
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
my friend
Will not see my pain
Out where it gets lonesome
In the early summer rain
There's a red flying horse by the roadside
Spreading his
Dear John forgive us our sins thank you God
I wanna tell you where you're at
You lose me in this campsite
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys
Now,
There's a place out west where the Powder River runs
off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds it's way out across the plains
It's a land of red walls
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
on their lips
And AR-15s hanging off of their hips
'Til they froze where they stood because the whole neighborhood
Was burned to the ground by the righteous
where the rest goes
When the circus comes to town
So up in the air, but you don't juggle
Ring of fire, watch me burn
House of mirrors, all I see are
wonder why, why
Put us in your pumpkin shell
Where you keep us very well
It's hell, where I dwell
When history books are full of shit
I become
beat up, BY THE COPS
But that can't stop, the kids are so HIP-HOP
Roof to roof top - dropped; the eight count
DEAD! Dead on arrival, forget the fame
the phone off, you are not allowed to text us
I need to recharge, road trippin' like a Tesla
You can ring my bell, and the alarms if you press us
Not by
of a temporary high
What we think we need to get by
But are we really trying when kids are dying and depression is trending?
Are these the signs
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
voice
Hope you break both of your legs fallin' off your horse
(Oh, snap) this is the industry
Where it ain't how big you are, it's how big you seem
Everybody wanna know where you got your stuff
And you say "Oh man, I got the muthafuckin plug"
Everybody sayin', "Aye, where you get that from?"
It's time to get heated (Yo, Biggie)
Where the homie Snoopy and shit nigga?
(Niggas trippin' all out, ya know I mean?)
Ayo, what's up Cuzz? Zuu Tribe!
prispela,
Chjornyj Voron, ja, brat, tvoj…
Vidno, smert' moja prispela,
Chjornyj Voron, ja, brat, tvoj…
translation
Black Raven, what are you doing
Over
the eye
I turned around and found that I was still alive
Snakes rise high from the purple black sky
The red cloud rains and the black horse rides
Then
When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger out on the front porch we
Would ride, we would ride, little red cowboy boots, Little red cowboy
obstacle a standing in my way.
Its a nitwit with a weekend badge
He standing by the gate and as I slide her to a halt,
He yells where in the hell you
of a temporary high
What we think we need to get by
But are we really trying when kids are dying and depression is trending?
Are these the signs
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
and
Then this is what he taught us
Nothing shines in these mines but
There are some subway lines
If you wait by the gate there's
A train coming at 8
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