Lyrics:
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
I've been thinking about the great migration
Noon and night, they leave the flock
And I imagine their destination
Nettle grass, jagged rock
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
So here it is there's the fire
It does appear that that fire is the police station
Uhhh if you see this now that is
Symbolically it's their stand
biggest fear is that my legacy
Ends up buried with me in my coffin
Sucked into this game
I'm tryna find an escape
How long can I wait
Somebody roll a 5
heart, how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight
While the huskiers, round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless
to me. This is not where I was meant to be! There was a disconnect there. I felt like I didn't fit in. This was not me, but again, the paycheck
near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin
really is to make it in this industry
It's enough to play 'Sweet Caroline' to a bunch of merry pensioners on their Saturday night
But to actually attract
I could never forget to
Cherish is the world I use to remind me of
... your love
Romeo and Juliet, they never felt this way I bet
So don't
stand here
All night in this bar
(Dear Lord)
I don't wanna stand here
All night in this bar
(No shit!)
I don't wanna stand here
All night in
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
to a whole other level
Complain
Middle finger up, let's see them hanging
Leaders of this world, display their bodies swinging
Keep the hopes up, keep fighting
sleep into the weary night
He'd sell his soul to fill the void for one more last vampire bite
A lost soul that's dead inside, his virus is his sadness
body and your broken heart|One must always suffer for the sake of their art||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for
the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonderin' where is God in your nightlife
don't wanna do that
I don't wanna go back
Not now, not then, not ever again
I don't like your song and dance
You have no power here
This is quite
the world that liberty is taller than fame
But it’s a damn shame
People stuck in their minds
Afraid of lettin’ fresh faces live it up in their lives
This
at
This point in rock history, punk Rock
(while still sacred to some) is, to me
Dead and gone we just wanted
To pay tribute to
Something that helped us
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
and
This is where he grew the food that he could
And smoked magical bushes
From hollowed redwoods
He bathed in the lakes and
Slept out under stars kept
the Mook punch
The last few months I've been
Plannin' this guy body
Cause bodyin' guys is my hobby
My body got a arm/leg/leg/arm/head
It's a God body i swear
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
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