Lyrics:
Blue and gold behind me in the bleachers
Go Comanches on makeshift cardboard signs
Â"We Will Rock YouÂ" blaring through the hometown speakers
As I
thing, everyone
Everyone we'll do pretty baby, yes we'll do
We don't care about diamonds and the pearl
We don't care about carousels and
The ridges
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up
Over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire
30)
Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L)
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)
Five on your head, nigga, get
Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps
Men walking 'long the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there's no going back
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup
Men walking 'long the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there's no going back
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup
so alive
Until I spent six hours on the 405
In a jacked up rocky ridge straight rollin' coal
But then I, I turned up the radio
And hear a bunch
I'm fleeing the state
You know what go down when I throw up the rock
I heard what they said when my back was turnt
Put his face on a shirt rest of him
Rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
In the pleasant little Crescent
In the calm Cul-de-sac
In the Gardens
at the dust
Debris and rocks begin the dance
Drawing full circle
Seismic blast
Do you see the end?
Can you hear the earths wrath?
Bellowing and crushing
bitch, that go to North-ridge
She always wear Gucci, but she can't afford it
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks
Bitch-bitches ain't shit, but hoes
swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge
The announcer
Man walks along the railroad track
He's going some place and there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man
Blackberries are ripe on Taylor Ridge
I'll pick you a daisy on the way
Walking ties on the railroad bridge
Go find a spot there in the shade
Bring it down
Live it up, I can't get enough
Bring it down, Bring it up
Live it up, cause my time ain't done
Third time, walking a ridge
Crack! falling
Last evening the moon rose above this rock
Impure upon a world unpurged
The man and his companion stopped
To rest before the heroic height
Coldly
a hard place to rock solidly, so follow me
Follow me if you feel free, if you still breathe
I’m building on a feeling that won’t leave
A blazing internal
so high like we’re touching the sky
I got room for you and I’ll take you to
My favorite campsite
We’ll climb the ridge
And build a fire so big
I don't know what went wrong
I ain't known you that long to begin with
Leave the rocks in the road, stay away from the river, Virginia
There's not
I'm really okay, thanks
There's nothing to witness
I said as I looked back from the edge of a cliff
The old man looking down bent over the ridge
All I really wanna do is quit my job
Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Not compromise values just to get
on my neck, cost a ticket (ooh)
Your career rocky like ridges (ooh)
Test me, you gon' need some stitches
That goes for any of you bitches (Lil Boat)
grant to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box
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