Lyrics:
Something out of nothing
Miracles of transformation
Breathe new life into abandoned spaces
Breweries, storefronts, old warehouses
Drills and hammers come
My backpack was faded black
But now it's all blue
It looks whack, but it's compact
And works like brand new
I had found an old Greyhound
But
it used to be, Lord it was so simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my
time, 06 in an old Jeep
(And you know exactly what it isn't, boy)
Shorty kissin' on my neck, says she know me
(Little bitch, keep talkin')
Word
time, 06 in an old Jeep
(And you know exactly what it isn't, boy)
Shorty kissin' on my neck, says she know me
(Little bitch, keep talkin')
Word
time, 06 in an old Jeep
(And you know exactly what it isn't, boy)
Shorty kissin' on my neck, says she know me
(Little bitch, keep talkin')
Word
it used to be, Lord it was so simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my
There was a cabin in Montana got shipped to way down south
Locked away in a warehouse with this bad taste in my mouth
In my mouth
Well you can take
a warehouse of choices:
Achievements or apologies
Been trained to be so ballless
But now this trifling came, the highest of all luxuries
Doubt there is a god,
me)
From young, my circle been so small
My school was a paigon factory (ah)
Paigon warehouse (get out)
Back then couldn't care about where I step
Spirit N. 32 & Main Choir] Be In Time To Save The Prince's Life !
[Stooryteller]
The two friends finally found the old oak. It was only a three
Old brick red houses, fall apart to ashes - abandoned warehouses
Sitting on the masses of stashed crack packets
On the grey floor are ripped up
bikini
Need a bulletproof beanie when niggas got five minutes of funk
make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah
Got old folks scared just
a flip
Of coin
Shits getting old
Feels like I've been alive far too long to young
Knock a dali taught us how to run
Got my first dirtbike when I flattened
the one event that defines you the jewish superbowl
Evan: 12 yrs old everything that used to be good as
gold starts to crumble and crack
Evan, Richie,
If I leave this old dirtbike behind
What's gonna get me to the finish line?
Riding down an old dark canyon road
I hit a pebble and it sent me flying
Bring me back to an hour ago
Time stands still as the years go by
Brown-eyed girl that's throwing down a bottle of Old English
Back in the warehouse
Need
To Create The Scenes
For Your Dreamer's Wills
Will Be Brought To You From
The Warehouses Of The Reign
King Mc Chaos
Has Just Sent Me Here
To Tell
everything feel alright
Like a worn out cliche, like a joke that's gotten old
We sold our soul to rock n roll
Chug the beer, load the gear, a warehouse
the gang on the New Jersey turnpike
Pop a wheelie on mike healys old dirtbike
Fuck on the first night, Steve Martin jerk type
Spit words like cop killing is
on a G5 'craft, all matte black
More moola, dirt-bikes out in Dubai
And fuck 50 feet in the sky, I need a new high
Prince did a thirty he short soon
My
braces (wait wait)
You coulda shined like me, but you ain't got no patience na
They tryna have me stationed for some old school cases but you know C ain't
Draco's in this backpack
Ridin' on that dirtbike, yeah, we skrtin' on a dirt track
Yo' bitch likin' what she see, you know that I'ma flirt back
Kick that
deep in her, uh
Clip familiar, uh
Big old Ruger clip go crazy, I might go shoot at a opp
Smoke will never clear but Smokey ain't gon' come back, word
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