Lyrics:
the beginning
Down in the blue damaged by the new
Beyond the tide far from all (far from all)
But this is us this is life
It's suicide
We're all ten feet
White wolf
On the plains
Blood runs
Down your face
That cold look
Before the kill
But that bite you took
Made you ill
Blood's exchanged
Now you're
Come down from the mountain
Come down to the plains
And we bring all we culture
Oil bucket and chains, chains, chains
Bois man on the road
4 o'clock, 5
too)
And it's plain gold, Ace of Spade too (yeah)
Coco Chanel for reals on her toes
I got white folk money, Eminem with no gold
I got rose gold teeth
road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the city's melted
I'ts so still you can hear the highways stream
And footsteps down the road
The last tram stops minutes pass
No one comes home
Life sweeps you off
the truth I idolize Thomas
Running the maze as I grieve
With tar lining the wrinkles thus cut up my feet
I feel like Saint Thomas
ts-ts-ts-ts
I'm nearly my
be blue lights flashing down the long dirt road
When they ask me to step out
They say, "We be looking for illegal immigrants
Can we check your car"
used to
Until the whole juice crew
Gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel yell
And I'm the Duracell
Call it plain insane
Brothers causing me pain
White Cherry Icee with Red vines
Like a sexy gazelle on the African plains
The big bad lion hunts you down
Only tamed by love
Grace beauty sensuous
road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the city's melted
love you, goodbye
Took a lot of wrong turns on the road
Finding his life
By the grace of God he ended up
With a little boy and a wife
load
White lightning
White lightning
White lightning
White lightning
I'm weaving the road down by Kenneth's place
Another turn around the way
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
On the road ahead shines a fainted light.
As farmers' coming closer, they can see the torches burning.
A group of freezing ladies stands by the road.
They seem
than
I'm younger than that now
Girls faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizin' politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse
be blue lights flashing down the long dirt road
When they ask me to step out
They say, "We be looking for illegal immigrants
Can we check your car"
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
I'm up on the wagon I'm a hell of a saint
But I'll be damned if there ain't another town to paint
Just down the road man it's a game that I can't win
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
Ford cars go by
Now on Saturday night the white folks danced and ol' Coot he'd pick and sing
He had an old RC bottle neck that he'd slide up and down
In daylight the sunlight chases the grey lights of lingering night
Down by the beach a lone heron he keeps
His eye on the fish and the tide
But I hear
come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood
We call it yeah drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
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