Lyrics:
horses, you must ride
Loyal comrades by your side
Prince of lions, the second son
Through the darkness the king will come
Lion, lionheart
Defender
Well you live, in a tiny bungalow
With a Dutch wooden door, and a pot belly stove
You wear Marlboro boots and buckskin jackets
Sewn by the love
crawl dance by the creek
But I'm stuck here in this prison
Cellphones and city streets
I need a little time
I need a little space
I need a little gone
There's a storm heading our way
All that's been will be gone
All your cities will sink into the ocean
You run away like cattle
But you cannot
understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your backdoor
All this time, how could you not know?
were pealing madly to the sky
And everyone was shouting for the soldiers of the Queen
And the glory of an age was passing by
And then there came
tonight
Like lights, camera, action
Splash of Coke but the jack's strong
If you want it baby, ask for it, 'cause I got you
It's all right by me,
'Cause you
done.
Got a girl in every city,
But somehow you're still lonely.
I'm not the one to sit around waiting by my phone
While you're wasted telling other
your concentration, know you need it
Know you heated 'cause the city cold to you
And you probably feel like summer, that money saved is old to you
beats
And these pussy niggas so weak
And my city felt so lame then
And I was stressed not getting much sleep
And my mind was thinking so fucked up
I put
my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set my strings
city everywhere I go
You'd think by know I'd be getting to know
Guess I should learn how to take a hint
I forgot to tell you about last night
It took so
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
see it's we who 'bout that life
Listen man
Never judge a girl by her Instagram
Model chick came from Philly, fly on every level
Wants to settle down,
future though
Meanwhile I party hard, like I won the Superbowl
Class by the day, rowdy in the evening
Got a ground too, 'cause I'm outtie every weekend
Fuck these lame niggas in my city
If any nigga got a problem, tell'em come and get me
It's Mr. Benton say "good morning" to the bad guy
I'm enjoyin'
speaking again?
Out the front door a nigga leaving again
I rode around the city pissed off
About some bullshit you said
Make me feel like I ain't breathing
When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelin'
When you're lying on your back under the foot of brutality
And gagging on the stockpile of junk
Left by past generations and apathetic mentality
Upside down
If you fall into the ground
Coo Coo is the movie
Coo Coo is the city
Upside down
Now we are running all around
Coo Coo, are you
I'm driving down the highway
Cold and dark, dead
(It's deceiving)
It's deceiving
And miles and miles pass by
And I'm alone
My eyes feel like
Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee
From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City
I arose from my frozen abode in the north
From a humble home on a dirt track road she lived
With the cold and damp of the winter evenings by her side
As she cried she looked to the fire
like you
Beating like a bass drum time goes by
I want the last dance just like you
Drowning in the flood of morning light
I'm only human just like
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