Lyrics:
the treetops
Shootin on sight
He was cyclops
13 was his first lick real shit
Wanted money for a bad bitch
Nigga was a hot boy ghost shit
Seen him pullin up
Molecules
We are carried by the wind afar
(
(wish)
the wind
could/would
carr
y
/had carried
us so far)
Carried by the wind to a waterfall
Wish I
The after hours is poppin
We buzzin like bees but it ain't no pollen
These niggaz want my number but
It ain't no holl'n (no)
And hookers get kicked out if
It
a ghost but I cannot fly
I'm stuck here as the years slide by
I need a resting place 'cause I
Already felt my body die
If I had a host of ghosts
I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I wanna be known by you
I wanna be known by you
I'm a goner
'bout no solvin'
She roll with me, stay down 'til my road out
Oh, she get fly by herself, no pilot
You ain't gotta die by yourself, I got you
Rolls,
etap
13 stka tytuł płyty o tym 16 tka
Nie po to by wrażenie robić na 17 stkach
13 bohaterów tyle powiem numerów
Jak 13 ciosów prosto w twoją twarz
You're gonna see a shadow
Midnight playing tricks with your head
A silhouette float down the hallway
And you'll reach for the light by your bed
away in the light
I'm nearby, so I'll supply
Pollen that multiplies
I Want to live free, not die
Who's walking by? let's go and say hi
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
echo
My body holds the the gas chambers
The trains, the killing mound
The evictions and the hiding, and the cracks in the wall
Distorted by no findings
I'm 13 years old
I hate your guts
an I got a zip gun
I got a reefer
I've been screwing since I was 9
an I can make you or break you
with charm
to be by your side
Lay down with number 13
Its a cold gray shame
Bats tend to be divided into two suborders
Megabats are large and eat fruit, pollen and nectar
Microbats live off insects and small animals
Unlike
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
See
cows he saw,
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were still
Running outta reasons
It’s that time of the season
Yea I know you wont believe where I’m getting off to
Buzzing with the options
Drinking up the pollen
Yea
never be in this location
The foam of waves
Tattoed civilization
The sun in backs are adoration
Grass running through my veins
Dizzed by amnesiac
flowers
A prancing sheep in fields of wheat
It coats the fur in pollen
Begotten by those bees, please
You intellectual woman
Driving me insane
You're an intellectual
with a roar familiar of an auctioneer
Morning steps of salty toes and unwashed dinner plans regurgitate onto a near by floor bed
Distant pans
I walk accompanied by ghosts.
I walk accompanied by ghosts.
My father with his diamond eyes
His voice life size.
He says follow me. Follow me.
Inner city rail taking off from Cincinnati
Engineer cries out, all aboard!
13 coaches long she's the pride of the southern railway
And all
a waltzing Matilda with me
Up jumped the Swagman, sprang into the Billabong
Drowning himself by the Coolibah tree
And his ghost may be heard as you pass
Your eyes close, and your head tilts
Signifies the moment when your flower wilts
The bee is losing her source of pollen
As the summoning petals
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