Lyrics:
Steely walks down a street with
The pace of someone with
Some place to go but who
Has left early enough
To get there he holds a
Rectangular metallic
Just hopped up in a space coupe
Metallic paint job and I'm zooming thru space yeah
Just hopped up in a space coupe
Metallic paint job and zooming I'm
out
Made a tape to turn my life to a fable
Hoping a couple white dudes throw a couple M's on the table
I need my friend
I need my childhood
Need my
breathe.
This is a white heart heat when you get next to me,
When I'm around you it's like waking up the dead.
My back's against the wall
Oh oh,
And I'm
Richard Millie look metallic
Might go get my bro a Rolly, two tone look like Michael Jackson
AP running OK I’m sooner, my watch 28K you boomer
Yo girl
they cannot be wasting my time
You need favour no problem, waitsi ase jaive
Get you some coke I ain't talkin no white
Bitch I'm on fire, got gas like
asphalt dust
Metallic horse gallop in a hillside
Pipes echo from the trees
Shakin' as we all roll by
Moss on my roof, but only on the south side
Marks on my
No Chrome, metallic just pitch black
All days stuck covertly passing in a mask
With a flat face
Bump resolution it's only faceted
Assets stuck in
Carrara marble on the bookshelf
Always reminds me of somewhere else I believe in
With very good reason
Dark colored tomatoes and the ripest green
The dragon born of floods beneath the cliffs is like a dream, an illusion
The precious white fields at Carrara, capture everything in their grasp
Me viu na rua, e você passou reto
O morço, esse Agostinho Carrara sem Swag, tá querendo meter o louco
Sou real Life (favela!), só motão pro alto,
touch, snow-white
Tell me Angelo, tell me Angelo
How to stay against the all,
How to be free of the world!
Tell me Angelo, tell me Angelo
I stay to try my
Clouds feeling the sky
With white cotton and blue
Lines drawing the mind uptight
Now coming all loose
Floating up to take it in
I am up there in
Right in front of your face
Dripping with blood
That sweet metallic taste
I may be living
But I'm not alive
I may be breathing
But we all die
I'm coming
harbinger, opulence, Continuation
Silvered, metallic taste rings solid through the wine
No one told the passengers their return isn't planned
How much profit
you laugh
At your own joke
Saw red eyes
Through white smoke
I see you, you see me
Make a move
I can't breathe
This is what friends become
This is what
These strange metallic voices
Gleaming white and breeding light
Delve under your brow
Delve under my brow
Folding, unfolding
They whisper
haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird?
I want to smack you right now in the face,
But they're locked on me, stalking
Vengo a fottere la calma nella
Pace del tuo Ashram disseto le tue donne
La mia sborra è White Russian
State a bocca spalancata, sorelle Kardashian
the asphalt
Five-pronged spinners spinning on it backwards
White neon on it flashing it's the matte gloss
New whip hard, leather on the backdoors
Louboutin
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
sketch it
Or you're gonna catch a bad bad cold
And the freaks have stormed the White House
I moved into a lighthouse
It's on a scenic quay
It's oh
Final chapter, death bed
Plastic sweat, metal skin
Metallic tears, mannequin
Carefree, night club
Closet drunk, bathtub
White house, Jim Crow
Dirty lies,
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
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