Lyrics:
stealing.
DON NICHOLSON (John Kerslake)
Out west of the towers, where the earth meets the sun
he was raised an orphan, with his brothers he'd run
by
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
I'm out of luck, I'm out of time
Out of answers and excuses and there's no place left to hide
Oh oh no
Oh oh no
Feeling coming like a storm
Feel it
you walk through the wilderness
Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up
get a taste
Out all night, we ain't coming yeah
Way too far, ain't no service here
Too turnt up, they don't let us park our cars in here
Started
Through all the hatred and pain
I'll stand by my brothers' side
We'll overcome and make it out
To the otherside
No regrets, no guilt or sympathy
I turn my
the bushbuck was coming home
On a dark and a windy night
And just before he reached his favourite glade
He got a terrible fright
For the strangest sound was
I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride
I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA
Where
zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off
pattern
In the way
I took my bread
I sucked my grain
And I felt fear magnified
By the strength of sempiternal days
Got out of bed
Fell into the fray
Lemme
we're Brothers 'til forever
When I met ya buddy, played the game to win it
Then we drove together, talkin' bout some women
You were coming to me about
'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
Tomorrow could always be worse
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so Grand
coming, They're coming, They're coming for you
Now you turn on your brother, Mother, and sister too
By the time you figure it out, there will be nothing
to the ground
Every bridge, every road, that we've found
We've no way home
I feel the pressure coming down on me
The only question,
Can there be harmony without
'Cus Im trying to love ya
You gotta cool down brother
'Cus you out here making a damn name for yourself
A week has gone by
And she hasn't text
So
to the ground
Every bridge, every road, that we've found
We've no way home
I feel the pressure coming down on me
The only question,
Can there be harmony without
out of time and reasons
My true friend
If you could tell me what it is that keeps you
From coming down
You left me way up in the clouds
The higher you
go, lets go)
(oh)
Momma ain't raise no fool, true
But me and my brother never made it out school
She prayed only passing out bar
It's way
pattern
In the way
I took my bread
I sucked my grain
And I felt fear magnified
By the strength of sempiternal days
Got out of bed
Fell into the fray
Lemme
Basedheads coming through looking for the plug
Now, born and raised in my area
Beautiful by day, by night its hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin'
[Chorus]
Who ever said you ain't do right by me, they frontin', yo
They couldn't understand that we was a team
I used to come out, hear you words, talk
Tumbling in a wilderness
Between alive and dead
Weightless now in chasmic darkness
Surrounded by myself
My body is rotting
But I feel whole
Hunger
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out
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