Lyrics:
you do
So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
And you all could meet me in the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin'
you do
So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
And you all could meet me in the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin'
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day
Make me feel
Like I could dance
Like I could lose myself
In the middle of this summer trance
Under the stars
Straight up
It's like magic
This feeling
the same as they used to
They don't know the roots
Know the roots
Know the roots
They move in
And change the rules
Change the rules
Don't let them uproot
you do
So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
And you all could meet me in the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin'
Like toy soldiers thrown away
In a world long after us
Mountains of trash covered in moss
Plastic leaks to the earth
Polythene leaves fed by urethane
fucking Ducktales
You quack pack Chirp and you’ll be swimming with the seafood
Going back in time to kill your ancestors I beat roots
You only live once
little by little
Stocks going up, I double then I triple
Since I was young, used to rhyme and scrible
I'm the middle child, Eddie in the middle
Everyone
long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Trusted to keep
The weight of oceans
From her rusted gates of sleep
A dreaming
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
rusted from drinking all the brew
Stankin' too, pew
Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe
Spat what he knew, energy for true
To all fake
country boy shit hillbilly like it's Beverly
Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet
Roots in my boots and I ain't gotta prove shit
Follow me down
I'm gonna dance!
In the middle of the street while the others try to groove by the walls
without the guts to move
I'm gonna shout!
In a quiet room
Two worlds, two places
Two choices, described by two faces
Take a stance, which dance are you
Tried to make it through unscathed but it branded you
my seed of living ideas
Last two letters flipped from the BEAST Coast
Could've been swallowed alive by the 359
Luckily found my roots in myself
All I
The lights are bright, the mood is raw
And in the middle of the night, we dance till we get sore
And in the middle of the night, I'll meet you
And the stones wish for all to be said and done
And the face of him is cracked by the roots
Feeling like sleep in darkness
A scenery with meadows and creeks
and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
You don't know nann
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
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There is
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we
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