Lyrics:
I'm back at it
Like I never left
Welcome to Streightville ep koming soon
Jack of all trades kall me the plug
Where the fucking money at
Bitch ima run
sink.
And sometimes one place wants to slip into the other just to see
What it's like to trade its demons for the restless ghost of Mrs. Ogilvey,
peace with that
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
Daemen College booking me
sales by fedded boats
Swallowed by waves, the hollow graves, they'll never float
Sunken ships carried slaves, so does the western coast, manilla
been on a roll
Tumbleweed scene in the western
Draw to stretch, not to sketch em
Sashimi poke bowl
I been raw just ask Alexa
Performing under pressure
It’s hard being cooped up all week long
Been too busy making that hay to sing a cowboy song
Feeling like I got a raw deal
Man, I'd trade it for
all night under the desert moon
We'll belt friends in low places air full of smoke with sun burnt faces
There ain't nothing like a good old western tune
of fact, let me tell you about slavery
It's deep, so stay with me. The transatlantic slave trade was responsible
The forced migration, it was so
Won't you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me
Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
Hide behind the cherry blossoms
begins Western Civilization
But "Western Civilization" means "White Domination"
Myceneans learned from Kemet, called Egypt in Greek
It existed since
hotel
All-include weh no buy don't sell
Love the western but mi try out zelle
Nah worry bout feds cause lies don't tell
Yo feel the breeze
This feel like
The number of Japanesе is astonishing
METI, which is the Ministry of Trade
And Industry is obviously carrying on
A clandestinе project in the
Study
make me have the itching foot
To get back West once more
I hate the milling herds in town
With all their soot and grime
I wouldn't trade a western trail
While we pretend not to see
I say, hey, hey, hey, hey western world
Pat yourself on the back
Join the army, trade your humanity
And keep this empire
gently
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh
One day my man brought in a ship from Spain
With oranges and olives from the Main
The Spanish sailors trade a-plenty. See
bout in books,
My daddy was a hard man just working on a hard land, trade nickels and dimes for his back,
My sisters all left and I tried not to be
Won't you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me
Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
Hide behind the cherry blossoms
Won't you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me
Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea
Hide behind the cherry blossoms
Down a one lane road there's a dusty fairground
Where I learned the bronc trade and I fell in love
With a blue eyed twister and her smoky whisper
a member,
Of the insufferable western middle class?
Trade away
Your identity to the mob
It’s just a bougie
Another bougie revolution
In an old, forsaken western station
Without a civil soul in sight
I sat alone and dreamt of home
Or just making it through the night
In the refuge
you got me pulling on yo hair
cnd I love the fact you see it and never care can't no one ever trade for you
I don't want nobody else and girl I mean
glances on the firing line
It's all underlined
When you trade your mind
Brutal winters on a Western coast
Sights and sound that don't belong
Store bought
didn't know they had hearts of stone
Frozen by Western Europe's cold
Also, there were scumbags among us
Willing to work for white conquerors honours
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