Lyrics:
seen it in a vision
I have also seen the water to the east to the land of morning
And upon this great water came a strange canoe with pinions
Bigger
horses roam
You can find my soul where the wild horses roam
You can find my soul where the wild horses roam
I met you in fifth grade
You had a country
go wild
Wilddy Wildy Wildy, Wild, Wild
Wilddy Wildy Wild
Make this cookie go wild
Ho look
You ain't gotta like me
By the next sec
Ya guy want me as his
forty's in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet,
Ya know it to be The D-E-see-L-A-I-M-E,
Wild on me
Wild on you
We've seen better days
Got home late from the run-down bar in the city
I can't remember my mistakes
Left them at the bottom
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
ones will mock you, if you don't show,
Your greatness lies within, it's time to take a stand,
In this land of pygmies, be the giant, be grand.
(Verse 4)
And I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong
When I take out
circle this drought
I drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be "fuck tomorrow"
Sorrows improbable
In Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured,
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
I'm romantic
Magic
You can find me in the Wood if you'd like to call me
You say them lames tore your world apart
They played you heavy, now you got
they make rope outta
This funny little hemp plant that grows wild in the ground.
Some of you people grow it in flower pots under your bed?
Ehh
a bullet
To be hit and blown apart
That the land that you grew up in
Is a land without a heart
This land is burning
How did it start
Flames of injustice
it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile
That real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck wild
that you're in control of your shopping experience
Mountaintops, just let a fella have his weed, some land, and crops
Mountaintops, just let a fella have
At this point in my life
I'm more dead than alive
I'm more God than a King
But they both the same thing
The plane land ask Richie Spice
Young nigga
Last night i kissed a girl, i don't know how this happened
We had a few drinks, some whiskey in our glasses
She took me by the hand and led me
a free and gentle flower growin' wild
And if by chance I should hold her (Hold her)
Let me, let me hold her for a little while
And if I had but one
not the way
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
This beat turns on
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets
When the curtain calls
to the party drunk, gettin' it crunk
They say it's, type foul how I look at life now
Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle
Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy
Hey
(Pooh you a fool for this one)
Ahh (Go Griz!)
Hey, hey
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
We come from that dirty, from that wild wild
in love with the moment
I’m a hopeless, romantic
You’re the gun and I’m the roses
We were wild 90’s kids
Falling in love with the moment
Our world was
that's a one off
It's a game being played, by God and the Devil
And we're somewhat being slaves
Yeah, it's cold on this level, let me try to break down in
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