Lyrics:
whites crossed by veins
For three long nights, the stars hadn't shined
Neither had the moon been displayed in the sky
There were seven grey cars
my brother's records laying there
And so began a life-long love affair
I put the record on the stereo
And though I wasn't quite a Romeo
Canadian Dream
Words and Music by Mark Giuliano
©2023
I've been running through the wheat so high
I've been stumbling over stone.
Every time I sit,
Somewhere around the tender age of 20 you fuck
Or maybe before, I'm here waiting to score
It's long gone like brother's having a tape in their car
Instead
won't let it go
(With you'd let it go)
Stand past
The line of the platform
For the breeze of the train
your untied laces sway
Running mascara
prime ya'll if they
Don't feel me they just smell
Me like Pinesol too strong
I did this for too long
Sour Diesel and Patron got a nigga to on
Im' gone!
She's a Transvaal girl with a Silverton smile
First team hockey
She's got the legs that I like
Swims in the winter
Long distance running in
brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing
Where would I be?
Without my sisters...
And I don't even
Call 'em tell 'em I miss 'em...
Where would I be?
Without my brothers?
And I don't even
Call
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
a pinprick on my back
and so I stop by brother Mark's
to stay the night with friends
I pour 4 whiskeys on the rocks
he cooks beneath the dimly lit kitchen
really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from
running some things
Man shut that dick trapper hoe
Before we run you a train
And if I do it I do it for me
I ain't worried about stain
I ain’t worried about
The cold rain upon my long hair
The power of the werewolf running through my veins
A savage frenetic hunting
Thirst of blood
I walk with my brothers
the worst is coming
Be strong - the walls are tumbling down
So long - your head's been numb but your heat's still beating loud
Tired of running, sick
collard greens cooking on the stove where my plate at, chilling with my cousins from the sticks by the train tracks, candy lady with the Frozen cups, funny
decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
We
Lately I've been crunching numbers
Putting in the extra time
And traveling by train
And staying in out of the rain
And just deflecting every pain
the basement
I see you on your Instagram with the product placement
I smack that Starbucks out ya hand cuz you all basic
I can tell that you spoiled by the way
Aye
We lighting up a doobie after this
(Thats right)
Hop in the Benz
And roll
40 Racks Nuthin New
Shawty I ride
For you
Shawty I die
For you
on the run for so damn long
Sitting in the dark, all alone, waiting by that old telephone, bound to roam this old world alone.
Well, now, rehab is for
Take me to the place where the ceiling ain't there
Where I can meet my pops
I can see my brothers, I can see my moms
Cause my feelings rest there
deep in your mind as you shine out, you shine out
Long train's ride, morphine signed
Besides, it's lonely since you came
I am shut down while you wear
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
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