Lyrics:
Optimism, about the faith of the people
That have accepted of the mission of improbable,
To become some particle, purged
By the discourage
As I was strummin' down the street one day
A man turned to me, would you like to get paid?
I said by who, and he said what
Sorry my boy I don't think
spike it
Voicing opinions but holding laryngitis
But I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero
the mother station
[Chorus]
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down
I made named Guy
Who loved Susanna and so did I
Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
That I shared with Skinny Dennis
And a poet
her ass from my door
She better be halfway down the block
By the time I hit the floor
Tell shawty I'll be down in a minute
And then she gon' get
sippin' wok by the liter, yeah
Walk up in the spot, tell 'em make way, yuh
Shawty gonna move it like a shake weight, yuh
Nigga talking down, he don't know
Elevator, stavím si do pekla výtah
Potřebuju někam kde je větší mír a klid yeau
Nedělej, že je to safe v tom výtahu je díra
Já vyskočil jsem v půlce,
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
done been in that same boat, I ain't letting this chain go
Representing my niggas down till they free 'em like Django
It's the same old, just the same
And the homeland we've never seen
They killed us in our tepee
They cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the big guns
Driving down the Al-Can
Chasing down the midnight sun
With my left foot out the window where the caribou run
A sea of grass surrounds me
Complete
song by Buffalo Springfield)
Slow it down, gotta sip it
Roll it up... Spliff it
Not wasting God's Talent because he made me gifted
Inhale enlightenment... We getting lifted
Close
from mexico
If you getting money keep the bank roll up on the down low
Never taking out all I have, can't use the last
Confused by the cryptos, amazed
hate us cuz we p.o.c./
Black politician feelling like I’m Pio P/
We be full of rage black mark ruffalo/
Bitch your hands still stained by the buffalo
Good head so she down for the low blow
Good head so she giving that low blow
Nick been the hardest you can not deny it
Mess with the bros then I'm
They think that i'm serious
Really i'm experimental
Got myself 10k of metal
And dropped it on my dental
Ain't a need to stop
When my foot down
now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Written by Stephen Stills
All this Phoebe Bridgers
Got me feeling kind of down
As I traverse the Windy City
Underneath this man-made cloud
Gazing up in awe
At history above
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
was
A river of trees stretched before my eyes
Looking so far to make the buffalo cry
Anytime I look at you
I feel like the only person in the room
Who
Grow up, baby, baby, baby, grow up
Grow up, baby, baby, baby, grow up
Grow up, baby, baby, baby grow up
Broken down and incomplete, that's how I make
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