Lyrics:
We're sailing away from the borders
Steady boy steady
Ahoy there, they're coming
Trumpeters ready, drummers start drumming
Down to the sea we go
Four long lines one darker than the rest
Each one has a purpose making borders on the land
Farmer's pride you know he works real hard
From a small
holding fort like them Indians
You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering
You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin
Border line
Dead inside
I don't mind
Falling to pieces
Count me in, violent
Let's begin feeding the sickness
How do I simplify?
Dislocate
stranded in a border town
Believing the motel TV would bring me to safety,
But between MTV and Mr. O'Reilly
I've come to find, that I can't be defined
So I
some punk rockers
She my runnin back, player
I'm the quarterback
Send her down to Meh-hico
She brining me the border back
Excuse me miss, what's your
This battle has no borders
No saving salvation,
Your soul is stained and rusted,
I follow no leader,
My vigilante justice
I'd rather die on my feet
with some punk rockers
She my runnin' back, player
I'm the quarterback
Send her down to Meh-hico
She bringing me the border back
Excuse me miss, what's
Prayin' border patrols
Don't catch her
And process and deport her
Before she reach the shore
Of the land of the free
Where they feed you
Treat you
beats
The butta kid got yet another bid to serve
In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha
Cross the border cause it beez a remedy
the chief
Stood for law and order
He called for the guard to come
And surround the border
Now, from his bulldog mouth
As he led the posse south
Came
frankness but it's not my cup of tea
Holy Moses I have been deceived
I'm going back to the border
Where my affairs, my affairs ain't abused
I can't take
splashin'
The drop top three and a quarter we dashin'
The flawless diamonds, and the border we flashin'
The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop,
the ducks, mane
The stash spot tucked, mane
A hundred packs stacked inside
My Cadillac truck, mane
It came from cross the border
I bring 'em cross the state
no guarantee for the refugee
The road out of Gaza
As plagued with lost souls buried in holes
By the border patrols
What claims we've give them
They
(yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everything custom like I'm at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make
different after all
Looking for a window in the wall
Sometimes hearts can grow as cold as stone
Then become the borders we can't cross
The fertile
Your salary lies on my shirt
9-to-5 I'm outta side outside
Out of border line (it's probably sky)
Travellin' super high
Oh, there goes a fly super
whose life they steal
Do you really know how it feels hey
Stolen stolen across the border
Out of order
Bridge
This is an international Crisis
Where
Down her waters every day
Made his living guiding strangers
Where his shadows knew the way
On the borders of the rivers
Lit the fires and smoked
Downhill from the prison
Downhill from the mall
Downhill from the factory farm and the hospital
Downhill from the border wall
Downhill from
wait for the swag to unlock (yeah)
If you searchin', come look for us (alright), over the border (it's lit)
We import 'em (yeah), just don't record us
on me
No replacin', I don't want no relation
I don't want none, the basic
I'm 'bout to cum, she'll taste it
I got the 'Rari racin'
I'm at the border
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