Lyrics:
slightly crushing my hand
Don't look up!
Or you'll be blinded by the light
Child you've been told to sell the saints for the dead the saints for the dead
I just wanna chill If that's Ight
I wanna go for a ride
Let's drive all night
I just wanna chill If that's Ight
I wanna go for a ride
Let's drive all
(Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us)
(Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Quiet walks by
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
right by my side
Through changes of seasons, forever we'd hold
The magic of those dead end roads
On those dead end roads, we had it all
Shared our dreams
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
thinkin to much for my own good
Boy get up out yo head like you know you should
It I'll kill ya like a drive by in the hood
Breath in
Breath out
I gotta pop
You got me frozen in a dream
Like sleep paralysis
Do you think of me
What’s your analysis
Thinking we could be
Something more than this
I don’t
By the dawns early light
Loves lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn
Up on riverside
She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll
Darlington
Some nights I don't go
Some nights I go to the drive-in
Some nights I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up
Darlington
Some nights I don't go
Some nights I go to the drive-in
Some nights I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
the same
Since I came back
Half dead still
Flashbacks that surreal
Every time I dream
A nigga die again
Yo faust, you up there
I'm down here looking
the dawn's early light
Love lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn up on Riverside
She'll drive the big car he'll sit behind
She'll keep an eye
get shot by the beast
Hands up still left dead in these streets
HcNDS UP KILLING BLcCK BODIES MUST CEcSE
YOUR TIMES UP
We gotta make change
Fuck
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
to me, in my dreams, how I obsess, it drives me crazy
I can see you feel my stare - squirm - you drive me crazy
Such a large part of my world
I think
you'd be forgiven if you think you're dreaming
But we're working night and day to make a dream come true, yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh,
you'd be forgiven if you think you're dreaming
But we're working night and day to make a dream come true, yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh,
Tryna
Pick a path got me stuck in a loop
I'm like a dead man walking
(Dead man walking)
My ambition is driven
By something different
Just not giving
first drive-by
I was a menace to society
But I never left fingerprints on my
[Chorus]
I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip
This is
drive, you better get in
Live from the sinning
Die without living
Fucc the other side
I'll die before I give in
My thoughts spinning
Die, my competition
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
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