Lyrics:
daze, this daze
this daze, this daze, this daze, this daze, this daze, this daze, this daze
Oh no (oh no)
blue and red lights flash
we’re wasting gas
most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed
a drive-by Bitches said he suck, all my niggas Yellin
Top five I know I said it once and I'll say it again
Got no time for no hope, cause I'm ridin' in
off the tonic
We hit the e-way & take off the g-way
Ran out of cups, nigga, stop at the speedway
Strict on the hoe, I won't give her no leeway.
I'm not
No one shall crown the May Queen
Now the seasons are gone
No voices fill the meadow
Forgotten are the songs
Well no fires shall light the hillside
Close to the end of the century I
Had a fever dream about all the death I might find
In it I knew every poem by heart
That was ever made then
west
where the sun is setting
Yeah
No shortcuts when it came to writing this
from the blessed land where a nigga finding this
Throw some
Times are changing
There's no time to rearrange the past
Forgotten sorrow
Until tomorrow
It's overshadowed by the willingness of your soul
Passage walls
beforehand
The mystery of your destiny, the unseen land
Forget not, you mould your destiny
And that you are a child of Divinity
There's no Eternal
is bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins
And your little son just two years old, comes crawling across the floor
Past the red eviction
By no means it ain't over
The flowering time has begun
(you'll be there)
You'll be on top of the world
Nothing venture, nothing have
Clearing
night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By twenty-five I
Don't go lookin through the fog
Run the risk
Of runnin red rum from ya neck and ya wrist
Rising like Raizen, run it up like Aizen
Sosuke be flying with
tears, them OG's liein
I talked to the karma king tryin
To get the game score it ain't red or blue
The color green start the gang war
I did some things in
"A brighter day is dawning! It's almost at hand!"
The skies are gray, the walls have ears
And he who argues disappears!
Hail our brave new land
behind
You're thinking that you're making a stand
by pulling out the welcome mat from no mans land
just don't forget where we come from honky
we
now
I'm sick from repulsion
Forty men ready to strike
For most of them this will be their last turn
Red lights starts to burn
One by one we leave
the diamond`s cold black land,
How soon I`d secure her by the kindness of my hands.
So come all you little streamers that walk the meadows gay,
Go write
the white glove
I'm above, show you love for the general
Bag me the emeralds, never end the jewels
Attendin school of thoughts, red curtains, white turbans
my cause or as someone else's clerk
No more kisses on the cheek and red faces from embarrassment
It's the long drawn out process and regretting words I
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
Written by Slade
I've seen the yellow lights go down in Mississippi
I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real
I've had a red light
life...
I rule your life...
I rule over the red...
As the night swallowed my soul
I felt the power I behold
No one stands up to me anymore
I gave my hand
now kid? I won't argue with you, you know best
There's no test ? I haven't passed
You test me you'll be the past - you'll be a walking cadaver fast
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